[Intro: Beneficence]
We gon' rock and rock and, yes, rock y'all
To the fakers and frauds, see, we are not y'all
We gon' rock and rock and, yes, rock y'all
To the fakers and frauds, see, we are not y'all
We gon' rock and rock and, yes, rock y'all
To the fakers and frauds, see, we are not y'all
We gon' rock and rock and, yes, rock y'all
To the fakers and frauds, see, we are not y'all

[Verse 1: Beneficence]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
Yeah
I coulda been a gangster, shoot-'em-up rapper dude
But then the fans woulda starved from a lack of food
I coulda hit 'em with them automatic weapon raps
But I watch where I walk, them other cats step in traps
I coulda copped a lotta jewels like a lotta fools
Instead I went against the grain, broke a lotta rules
Instead of braggin' to the world 'bout how much I'm blingin'
Over some RnB record with a lotta singin'
I coulda rocked Versace kicks and dressed extra jiggy
And been in them flicks with Diddy standing next to Biggie
I coulda smoked a buncha weed and wrote a song about it
But I realised that I could get along without it
Maybe I'm wrong about it
Maybe I woulda won
Sometimes I think of all the things that I coulda done
But then that doubt gets alleviated
When I shake hands with all of them fans that appreciate it
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Beneficence]

[Hook]