ben celagas
no he isn't.
I wonder does he have a pair Roy Bahns to go with those Ben Selagas?
Outside the check cashing, flashing, dipped in fashion
Five cherry-faced fakkits tried to cash in
They keep laughing Ghost, you'll get your face bashed in
Who gave you these privileges son? Why you maxing?
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious
That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches
Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy
I can't even pronounce nothin', pass that Ver-say-see
Then I spent four hundred bucks on this
Just to be like, "nikka, you ain't up on this"
And I can't even go to the grocery store
Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team
It seem we livin' the American Dream
But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem
The prettiest people do the ugliest things
For the road to riches and diamond rings
We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us
We tryna buy back our 40 acres
And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop
Even if you in a Benz, you still a nikka in a coupe
no he isn't.
no he isn't.
tired dap-fishing rhetoric on his part
Looking like a walking advertisment.
Life is so much better when you don't chase unnecessary consumerism, luxury and massive debt. Maybe one day you'll grow wise enough to learn that.