Benihana

Big John, your comic book enemy
Big John, your comic book enemy
Big John, your comic book enemy
Big John, your comic book enemy

I feel like I'm at Benihana
Chopping from night till morning
Expectations that make me sweat like crazy
With whatever I want
I’ve got a Cuban cigar in my hand
And with my left, I wield the south of my katana
Pure healthy competition

But I’m stuck in a weekend loop
Half-dead and always green like an iguana
Punching like Maidana
I’m inspiration for all origami
At night I freestyle with your sister

And I got nothing, and I don’t need anything
I lose nothing 'cause I got nothing
And I got nothing, and I don’t need anything
I lose nothing 'cause I got nothing

No bitches, no way
Now they say I’m the law
I don’t need cash to be the king
I don’t have more than what you see, hey
But I only talk about money
I got people who’ll fuck up your face for me

'Cause the top is my fake
Six out of seven traveling on replay
And the seventh is chillin', playing on the PlayStation
I keep grinding every day, riding the wave
Good vibes for those who are here, wood from the Araguaney

So my style doesn’t fade
I’m gonna be Maradona for the passes
I’m chillin', still in the first phase
Royal, whatever happens
They said we weren’t capable
Now we’re stealing third base

Suffered so much delay
That there’s no force that can hold me back
With fakes and witches, I don’t make the passes
Working class, but with class
Dreaming awake until it happens
Real until death hugs me
Until death hugs me

3 AM
Rich Anki
Gucci for the girl
Gucci for the girl
Gucci for the girl
Gucci for the girl