[Intro: Styles P]
Benjamin, ghost, yeah

[Verse 1: Styles P & Oswin Benjamin]
How many times should I pray a day? (How many?)
‘Cause I don't even sleep, I just stay awake
Hard bein' the player that the players hate
Lex got the Band Aids
I ain't tryna flex (Uh-huh), I'm just tryna get a check
In this new GTS, so I can break gravity and speed when I medicate
I'm the bomb, I ain't detonate
A plant base will fuck around and poison your pepper steak (Fuck around)
Gunshot to the informants
Everything Irie, everything enormous
Grew up on them corners, now we in the acres
What we got is sacred, you with it or you not with it
Oswin, them Benjamins'll have the whole block clickin'
(Say we no talk with no Babylon)
Yeah
We ain't got a flight but it's work in the carry on (Work)
Hit me twice with the .45, told him to carry on

[Chorus: Oswin Benjamin]
Yeah
Say we no talk with no Babylon
The gunshot for the informer, Lord
Mi mother irie, mi father irie
But God bless the child that can hold his own
Man a talk with too many people dem
You never see the snakes 'til the grass cut off
So tell mi mother not fi take no worry
‘Cause God bless the child that can hold his own
[Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin]
I'm just a good n***a surrounded by hood n***as
Who never learned to pull out but learned to pull triggers
Who believe in almighty dollar before their Heavenly Father
Not knowin' when they leave, they can't take it with them
We been the generation of degenerates
We children knockin' grown men out ‘cause they bored
So never play the games if you ain't got them hands, bro
The only G code respected can't be gravity
Half of these n***as willin' to flatline for what they stand for
Damn, God, ain't hard to believe
Been trustin' hoes that been swallowin' seeds since Adam and Eve, uh
My mama told us Moses that council can be his cure of his virus
So make sure that your staff ain't your disease
Parted ways with n***as
Boys turn to men on a bended knee
I had to pray for n***as
Wisdom and selfishness on a scale
I couldn't wait for n***as
Second to none, look at the shot clock
I can't play with n***as
Muted emotions, what can I say to n***as?
Lord

[Chorus: Oswin Benjamin]
Yeah
Say we no talk with no Babylon
The gunshot for the informer, Lord
Mi mother irie, mi father irie
But God bless the child that can hold his own
Man a talk with too many people dem
You never see the snakes 'til the grass cut off
So tell mi mother not fi take no worry
‘Cause God bless the child that can hold his own
[Outro: Oswin Benjamin]
Had to lose the fake to find out what the real about
Had to lose some wisdom just to get my feelings out
Found the road to righteousness along the sinner's route
Same n***a but they lookin' at me different now
Had to lose the fake to find out what the real about
Had to lose some wisdom just to get my feelings out
Found the road to righteousness along the sinner's route
Same n***a but they lookin' at me different now
Woah