[Benny The Butcher:] Uh huh And y'all wonder why niggas ain't like me Huh, keep wondering (La musica de Harry Fraud)
My bitch doin' her I was somewhere stressin' on that bunk My shoulders bare hurt the worst And it was only for 8 months damn Put that on my seeds, caught cases you wouldn't believe Went to war with the DA in tailored suits, no fatigues My daughter gettin' older, I spent half her life in prison I spent the other half bagging white off the dishes We strike hard, got life scars in this life yard Pretending the plug sayin' When it gets cold, buy your wife more Chinchillas That's right, I saw you in the shadows We was spade poppin' (You was looking nigga) You was in a group of rappers with the fake watches This the flow that got my side of the state poppin The trap small but it jump like Isaiah Thomas I'm getting letters from the legends in the federal pen Doing 11, down 7 and just getting settled in Uh huh yeah I'm hood now and I was ghetto then It's been a while since they wanna see a felon win I used to ride with 120 grams of food on me Now I'm in Versace, and got 20 bands of blues on me You gotta look out for your brothers, you better cherish homies Cause for bein' real ain't no metal ceremonies I'm cool with this, shit I was comfortable with raw Trays you pick up when your family dysfunctional as ours Got a bitch that run the streets, and got one that know the law I had your bitch all in love with a thug, quoting songs That's right, cocoa on the sink Cocoa on the plates Now you got Benji's in your pocket, poker on your face I'll put you on your feet, but just know your place Cause we got cocoa on the sink, and cocoa on the plates (let's go)
Ah! Cocoa on the sink, dope on the plates (You know I'm talking to the hustlers man)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.