Released on September 1, 2025

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[Hook]

Wanted Benz or Beemer’s

Perform at big arenas

I prayed for this like every night

I swear Lord I’ll clean her (x2)


[Verse 1: Rappin’ Mitch]

Ditching school by noontime, cutting off in cutlass

Cussing out my mainline, cuzo think I’m bugging

Courtney want that courtside, cause I can afford it

All we want is primetime, them HBO’s important

How she say I ain’t change, big chains on like four kinds

Different styles and customs, Dana Dane’s they sun shine

All this came from four rhymes, stop it Mitch you bluffing

Now we at the top now, we started from the lunch lines


[Hook]

Wanted Benz or Beemer’s

Perform at big arenas

I prayed for this like every night

I swear Lord I’ll clean her (x2)


[Verse 2: Indeux Shabazz]

I remember I was last on the rap sheet

Little city trying to give a nigga rap sheets

Fore I was talking them bands it was rap beef

Bunch a niggas talking God but was capping

Oh shit I'm the man with the mic in my hand

And chick on my dick wanna tell me who's coming

Nigga still fly when the smoke clears nigga

Let a chicken head tell you motherfuckers who run it

Nigga I run it, spend four hundred

Doing bout a hundred in a whip I’m just stunting

Get a old southern girl

In these city lights, you gone bust her, bust like gusher

Look at that wrist, bitch just flooded

Carolina Hurricane play on my crusted

I’m out this bitch, grab my luggage

Wanted me a jet but I still fly public


[Hook]

Wanted Benz or Beemer’s

Perform at big arenas

I prayed for this like every night

I swear Lord I’ll clean her (x2)


[Verse 3: Rappin’ Mitch]

Moon passed, R.I.P. my nigga hope his folks straight

Cut class with Reggie fucking hoes on bro bro birthday

A bus pass and a fucking dream I believe that’s all our folks gave

I had waves them floaters, one six, one seven, and one eight


[Verse 4: Indeux Shabazz]

Cornrows to the back, with a little bit of slack

Try to hit a hoe all in my acc

Summer time sipping, wood grain gripping

Yeah girl say she live in my lap

Nigga ain’t pimping, just love women

Diamond cloud linens, cooked in the kitchen

Graduation from trapping to shipping


[Hook]

Wanted Benz or Beemer’s

Perform at big arenas

I prayed for this like every night

I swear Lord I’ll clean her (x2)