Yeah, I told em like don't ask me for shit ya dig, like, f*ck all that I don't wan talk I do not wanna come to your house I don't wanna chill with you No none of that shit, like 105 on the i55 if I make it home alive I ain't never gon die I got Benji wit me I got Henney wit me I got, plenty Benji's y'all ain't ever gon get me I'm immortal 105 on the i55 if I make it home alive I ain't never gon die I got Benji wit me I got Henney wit me I got, plenty Benji's y'all ain't ever gon get me I'm immortal My flesh will decay but my spirit immortal The mind is a prison your god is a warden The Bible's a lie it's a form of extortion We livin in hell hell holy shit ain't it gorgeous Inhale then I cough put the nail in the coffin My dream on the line I sniffed it you crossed it I drip like a fossit, Don't give a f*ck often I fell of and lost it shook back on my boss shit I will not die, your god is a liar, and I'm the messiah to high And I'm wired Its loud and you quiet, you playin wit fire and most of my haters my secret admirers I hope I make it home in one piece personal foul I hope you don't reach Up in the clouds i'm puffin on trees better think bout ya life before upping on me My new shit fuego, heard your new mixtape my bitch say it's no bueno I don't rap beef yo shit wack I can't take shit back I spit heat my breath hot I need tic tack I got bars like kit kats big facts they say this that You can't spit you gift wrap yo bitch hit back take yo lick 105 on the i55 if I make it home alive I ain't never gon die I got Benji wit me I got Henney wit me I got, plenty Benji's y'all ain't ever gon get me I'm immortal 105 on the i55 if I make it home alive I ain't never gon die I got Benji wit me I got Henney wit me I got, plenty Benji's y'all ain't ever gon get me I'm immortal Don't want no apologies, just want acknowledgement Built up a tolerance for it I'm tolerant I'm going deaf from the screaming and hollering Whole lotta Benji's and none of em counterfeit So many Benji's around me lost count of em Isn't it obvious all of em counterfeit Please turn it down a bit, I been applying pressure for a minute Oh I forgot to tell u we da sickest I think that my doctor Paying me commission Don't think I forgot but you can be forgiven You lookin to god but the answers are hidden I can't be a victim, I'm stamped in the trenches I can be a menace a fan or a critic The question is are you impressed with the answers I'm giving I handle shit different the candles are lit I'm in shambles And she been a fan of my shit gave my ego a boost Your bitch a fan of the things that I do Call the ambulance he shoulda listen I turn to a animal every time I'm ina booth Everyone say it it's gotta be true not to be rude I'm the hottest it feel like a tropical island inside of my booth Inside of my booth yeah 105 on the i55 if I make it home alive I ain't never gon die I got Benji wit me I got Henney wit me I got, plenty Benji's y'all ain't ever gon get me I'm immortal 105 on the i55 if I make it home alive I ain't never gon die I got Benji wit me I got Henney wit me I got, plenty Benji's y'all ain't ever gon get me I'm immortal