The Generals Corner (Benny Banks) E

Aight Benny, I'ma keep it a bean with you. You see growing up, I stayed having a Benny Banks freestyle on rotation. And it's mad how in 2021, We're both stood here in the same studio- Mikey Joe made this About to create something Special for the people. Banks. Battling my demons, I don't seem to beat 'em. Kinda feel defeated, looking for a meaning. Feeling like most the people 'round me normally Scheming. I could shorty cheating, but I ain't even Feel it. I just let him have it, don't Even be embarrassed. 'Cause like I've ruled damage, Treasures and trashes. Long as I can still hit up Eddie for A package, I'ma manage. I guess that's all that really matters. Hear no evil, see no evil, but it lingers Around. Even when you try burying your head in The sand. When I had money, I was spreading It 'round. When I was broke, they wouldn't lend Me a pound. Foxing a hound. I said I'm done with the streets. All I ever did was underachieve. Now I'm running out of tricks to pull from Under my sleeve. Air's free, but I'm feeling like I can't even breathe. It's banks. My daughter fucking 'round at school and getting Sent home. The other day my baby mama caught My kid stoned. Ironically, I told her when I See her, she gon' get smoked. And all she said was, "Dad, I see you Did from the get-go." Hard to accept and it's hard to believe. Sometimes the apple don't fall too far from the Tree. How can I stay mad at you when The problem is me? But over my dead body Will you grow up a sheep. It's dad. My whole life been burned to the Roach. All I ever did was hustle and smoke. But that's all that really kept me afloat. Instead of battling your demons, try letting them Go. Supposed to be a role model, but instead I'm a joke. I still talk a good game, So they gon' give me their vote. You think I want the scene back? I'm just here for the coat. These brothers ain't Got a clue, it's the return of the ghost. Banks. I don't hate nobody, so it set me Free. But I still pity these fools like I'm Mr. T. Shorty sound toxic like I'm Digga D. But I ain't from the Wild West like Central Cee. I'm from Islington like Pattern Bs. I ain't let a broken home become a shattered Dream. Mr. Ain't Social, I don't chat for free. More time in the booth, less tryna pattern weed. I'm an average Joe, Ziv, I am not a Thug. That's how I work on building trust so I can rob the plug. Man, I'm tryna fund an album, ain't about the Drugs. I never had a silver spoon or I'd Have asked my mum. Three sixteens in, I'm feeling stone cold. Thirty-three years of age, I'm feeling so old. Pattern down my pockets, I feel so broke. I'm still hoping for the best without no hope. It's like, who can I trust? Shit. I don't even trust the people I trust, It's fucked. That's another one biting the dust. I gotta pick myself up and still carry my Nuts. It's banks. I'm hard work tryna battle with Luck. I got two fingers up, I couldn't give Any fucks. I'm still tryna find a quick way To the top. But falling back to the bottom's An impeccable drop, you know? Feeling like I'm running on empty. Even though the rules don't break, they still bendy. I ain't really trendy. I don't rock Fendi. But if your girlfriend wants some dick, then I Got plenty. World can be a cruel place to a honest Man. Look around me and see nobody don't give A damn. Dirt stuck, we forever tryna wipe our Hands. Hard times had me doing fuckery to feed My fam. On some Max B shit, I'm 'bout To blow me a dub. When I was young, I used to try and sell blow in the Pub. I don't really leave the house on peril, Even the grub. Every time my door knocks, my Heartbeat going nuts. Literally turning my guts. If rap don't work, then I'll admit I'm fucked. Make sure you sell smoke before you clear any Dust. Where I'm from, the ones you love will Throw you under the bus. It's banks. I fed people that would leave me hungry. Yeah, it's all love, but I still feel uncomfy. And if it's fake love, then you don't need To love me. Shit. Paranoia really seem to bug me. Can't tell who's who no more. Investigating everybody on this Cluedo board. Even my ex holler at me, I guess you Got bored. It's just a shame that I don't Look at you like you no more, you know? Had to love myself before I loved a hoe. 'Cause every time I loved a hoe, it always Ended broke. Whether that's my pockets or within my Soul. After we fuck, I need to book your Boat. Sometimes you gotta break the mold. You might think you cold, but I'm feeling froze. So I prefer it if I'm left alone. This the General's Corner, I had to let you Know.