[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Yeah Shit sound crazy, Hit The Butcher comin', nigga See the difference is From me and y'all niggas, I really did this shit though So I can say what I wanna say, uh (Hit-Boy)
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] I do this religiously and I don't trust fools in this industry Mad I came through on a winnin' streak That's me blastin' through your car auxiliary They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin' It take me back to the corners I solicited on You know the ratio, when you from the hood, the only place we know Only three out of ten of us gon' make it though No President Trump shit, elegant thug shit Yeah, left on parole, gettin' heroin plugged in Feelings ain't 'posed to linger, I left without regrets Numb like anesthesia, feds want me subpoenaed For niggas chasin' goals that I targetted myself Some of my best verses, I'm just talkin' to myself They won't let me live for shit I already did Everytime my opps need medics, the credit hits I'm like a mirror, not your reflection, the better years But if you break me, that's bad luck for eleven years Everytime one of us die, I shed a tear Then look in the sky, I wonder if Heaven there That was Benny at the height of the pressure and never scared So the bond that I built with my niggas'll never tear Only a few in this room, yeah, that's when you rare Get a million-dollar deal, we used to get rid of squares, hmm
[Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit Copped the same day and got the windows tinted Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference I'm in it like a taxi, your chick wanna bag me Huh, push it to the limit Copped the same day and got the windows tinted Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference I'm goin' over the limit, we never pose for pictures, motherfucker
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Live from the block, we came to remind those who forgot me I really bagged dope in Versace Ducked indictments, then got rich, that really shocked me Even the FBI surprised that they don't got me They tellin' me I'm sayin' too much, but that's the thing, my shit real And these rappers playin' too much Streets taught me, take it easy, never plan too much Could only move a quarter, then a thousand grams too much I'm speakin' as a survivor The load gettin' heavy, I'm reachin' back for my partners Stuck in them ghettos, that make you feel like a hostage The ones that speak on my pockets can't imagine doin' a quarter of what I accomplished Around 2010, trap got raided by the sheriffs Came home in 2012, tendin' to my marriage Violated back in '13, broke and embarrassed 2014, I met a plug off of merit Took my best shot everytime my connect stopped by My driveway look like a highway rest stop, hmm You ever been gettin' money, then stopped 'Cause the pressure of gettin' knocked conflicted with Hip-Hop? Hmm
[Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit Copped the same day and got the windows tinted Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference I'm in it like a taxi, your chick wanna bag me Huh, push it to the limit Copped the same day and got the windows tinted Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference I'm goin' over the limit, we never pose for pictures, motherfucker
[Outro] (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
[Interlude] Please leave a message after the tone Ayo, B, this Cecil, yo Yo, I'ma have your money, man Why you gotta be sendin' niggas down to the shop though, fam? You embarassin' me in front of the company, you know what I'm sayin', fam? I'ma have your lil' fifty thousand, man, I apologize, man A nigga goin' through somethin' right now I make, I make sandwiches all day, nigga, come on, man Don't, don't, don't be too hard on a nigga, man, I mean Oh by the way I make, I make the best tuna melt there is, nigga You need to come down to the shop, you know what I'm sayin'? Instead of sendin' your goonies, they scarin' the white people, man You know what I'm sayin'? You, you can't be scarin' the white people, they don't know if it's Black Live Matters or robbery, you know what I mean? So, y, come on down, fam, we talk it out, I, I got your money, sorry I got your money, man for real, man But you remember you made it, nigga Nigga just tryna make it, nigga Nigga, you made it, nigga, you made itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
