Exiled Lyrics

Yuh

Call me Benny Mathurin

I'm that second option

R.I.P. to Pope Benny

Gotta stay cautious

The Butcher comin' in with some heat

Made me nauseous

Sometimes I can't sleep

Shoutout to my conscious

Yuh, made a track in a few hours

Sometimes I feel like I got powers

Pray to God y'all take showers

Shout-out Def, y'all give him flowers

This that track make you go wild

All on my own, brain child

These are all my thoughts compiled

This that shit make you exiled

Bruh, I don't even like this beat tho

Call me Russel, I don't want the bricks on my name

Music a side hustle if there's no fame

I thought I was different but I am the same

As every other little rapper up in their room

Trying to grow, and bloom

I don't need you to tell me I'm gloom

Somebody talkin' shit, whom?

They will take residence inside a tomb

I've got a coworker that'll teach you how to groom

And another that will cook with a rheum

Imma go ape if I can't get out soon

Closing up shop but I clocked in at noon

Having a free day is like a blue moon

They say I'm important but feel like a goon

Walking outside hear that pop like balloon