Bench Press - Intellectual

Bench Press (Prod. By Renzy Beats)

Verse 1

Living life pour me up with another shot

With some niggas with dreadlocks to they fucking socks

In the back seat with a shorty with her legs up

Ever since i was a shorty had to get my bread up

Used to be that nigga with the water cooler

Had to get off benches then got on them bench presses like i had to get my weight up in the hood (in the hood)

Wood grain in the whip yea nigga alls good

Yea you niggas don’t know me know me you niggas ain't my homies

Playing mind games but you bitches can’t control me

Fuck a star wars ain't nobody tryna clone me

All up on my sneakers but nobody steal my soul see

I’ve seen it all from rags and riches

From bitches doing niggas dirty like they do the dishes

Always acting fucking fishy

Great whites in the dark take a walk thru the park with a nigga

Hook:

Man these bitches don’t know you

Don’t make me have to pull up on you

(I DONT MOTHER FUCKING CARE NIGGA)

Don’t make me have to pull up on you

(I JUST WANT MY FUCKING BREAD NIGGA)

Verse 2

Bench pressing the whip like I'm dressed like a pimp

Never settled for less i have truly been blessed

My inhaler so gorgeous drive all different foreigns

Im out of the country this trip cost a fortune

I never fucked with them Armani emporium

Bitches they tricking for dollars and Jordan's

They ask for my name but it's not of importance like

Like…like its not of importance

Hook:

Man these bitches don’t know you

Don’t make me have to pull up on you

(I DONT MOTHER FUCKING CARE NIGGA)

Don’t make me have to pull up on you

(I JUST WANT MY FUCKING BREAD NIGGA)

Verse 3

And I believe in baby jesus

In the park with my sunday school teacher

We came a long way from benches and the bleachers

Lessons learned my niggas roll up they reefer

Visvim christos under the the mistletoes

And oversea hoes we always getting throwed

A flame thrower propane and concaine lets this dope remain a testament to lames