Bench to the Turtle

Collecting bucks for my B Day, Crack in my jeans, hey
Y’all know the struggle woes, so I’m a play my role
Second bench, hood trench, hear my favorite song
Out the radio, lunch spot, come with me to Wongs
5 Wings, French fries. Salt, Pepper, Ketchup
Flexing in my ACGs, y’all better catch up.
Chain swinging like pendulum, y’all know the vibes.
They looking at my fit, but I just keep my eyes on the aggy.
Mad we running the block, since
The candy factory, and breaking the locks.
Now we, top of New York, my crew love thorough
Serving this side of QB, we got the bench to the Turtle
By 40 16, Vernon bully. My building.
Queensbridge murders, make a killing.
But I'm chilling, willing to clear any static
92 is mine, world premiere Will-matic
Project benches, we flexing
Bullets missing us by inches
Day and life, of a Ghetto henchman.
Coming off my stretch, call me Ill Will
Make it sound like a movie but it feel real…