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I was born in 41
My wealthy family's son
Whose siblings died young
And turned my daddy to madness
Then he spend what he had
Before I even begun
To become a young man
The family business was run... to the ground
But i didn't let that stop me
Didn't let nobody say I would not be
My mommy called her cousins - to get brotha a job
Apothecary apprentice I went along for the ride
I did it for the cash
I started getting it fast
I was not going back
To the poverty I had
I settled family debts
I had to manage my stress
And when I led a militia
We only fought to the death
I sold out, I'm not a sellout
I sold out, I'm not a sellout
But I'd do it again tomorrow
I'm benedict Arnold
I tried to be a good man
I didn't get far tho
People would try to play me
Cuz I really was the best
If I had thang with anyone
I said it with my chest
I started in a militia
But I knew it wasn't my place
To possibly be erased
So a year later I spaced
But then I came back and led a militia backed by connecticut
That's how you delegate tasks
I never sat back defending but not attacking
So I was hated on by every continental captain
Fighting all this wars for Mr. Washington George
But he only cut the check
And never gave me respect
So I sold out, I'm not a sellout
But I sold out
And I'd do it tomorrow
I'm benedict Arnold
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