Benjamin Button - Reks

Pull up a chair, hope this reach yours ears

There’s a few ideas care to share, wanna state the world affairs

It’s a must I clear the air, to my listeners, prepare

Sentences so very rare

When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall

In the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call

Telling me I’m gon' be great

I’m gon' be great

I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top spitting 16s

For the love of hip hop, for the love of hip hop

Spitting 16s, I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top

Destiny’s children, legacy building, brewing the heat

'til the cup runneth over, kettle he spilling

Reks, he fulfilling a promise to daddies and the mommas

Pushing strollers instead of pills on corners

One day we’ll all be goners

Memories for our seeds to hold onto

Conjure ways that make your family ties stronger

So bonds last longer

Unless I long for asphyxiation or hunger

My past for others can’t help you with your blunders

Aviate in this world when it’s curled under covers

To discover dreams deferred, preferred lovers of the genuine letters and numbers

And with the feather touch the cusp of greatness

Whenever I clutch the papers

Soul of the ancient, sometimes the job thankless

Sometimes the mind blankness, and empty canvas

Maybe Kanye’s got the answers

Sneakers deals, appeal’s real

Still I’d rather have a message and remain nameless

When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall

In the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call

Telling me I’m gon' be great

I’m gon' be great

I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top spitting 16s

For the love of hip hop, for the love of hip hop

Spitting 16s, I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top

I’m gon' be great, Í'm gon' be great

Golden retrievers holding on the olden meaning

Seem if my song has a threat, if he saw it misleading

Leaking the aura of vets, better get my shot this evening

Hello kitty worth a billion, what a wonderful feeling

I barely scratch the surface, tiptoe to touch the ceiling

Guess I’m nostalgic thinking the earlier verse is the worst

Wordsmith of the 21st century

Common era to formulate letters to perforated paper’s edges

The safest bet is to never let 'em see strategic measures

If you a status get graded for known records

Like a pilgrimage to Mecca, respect to the intellectuals

2000 festivals, touring every show

Bodybag John Doe, toe tag inevitable

Ridicule fools who choose to test the flow

Worldwide certified, competition sure to die

Surely I stood the times, rewind, close your eyes

I’m gon' be great, I’m gon' be great

I’m gon' be great, I’m gon' be great

I’m gon' be great, I’m gon' be great