[38 Spesh:] Huh Yeah Yeah Huh Naw I'm sayin'? Upstate NY niggas, man Niggas had to like stand in three feet of snow and figure shit out, naw I'm sayin'? Huh
Ayo I had to work shit back from the 213 No losses, I had a 22-month streak When I took my first L, I ain't lose much sleep Disappeared and came back like two front teeth Now who wanna see the switch on my big weapon? When I ask, "Who want beef?" It's a trick question I squeeze, you gon' bleed from your midsection It be a big blessin' you survive these tools, homie It's no word to describe these jewels Hood niggas but kids go to Ivy schools I hate a bum bitch that wear shiny shoes Y'all put seeds in these chickens like Chinese food I'm the guy she choose but her tongue too loose Don't trust her, she the type to run through groups (Yeah) I'm a baller, money come but got none to shoot And if a bitch want me, she gotta jump through hoops Trust
[Conway The Machine:] They see the level up, now they real salty Tell them pussy niggas, "Jump" if they feel froggy Rollie on my left wrist is real costly They copyin' my moves, they tryna get a deal off me Well them niggas is not me and that ain't real street (Not at all) And that ain't stoppin' my money, I'ma still eat (I'm eatin', bitch) Get you clipped in any city, I got real reach But I ain't trippin', that's Beyond Meat, that ain't real beef (Ha ha) You rap niggas jewelry lookin' real cheap (Uh huh) Get your shit peeled on 8th Street, we know you real sweet Time is of the essence, I whip the work tryna get the extras Now they see me ridin' in the Tesla (Boom) And that's from two shows, see, I'm kind of a finesser Nope, the way I'm rhymin' just apply a lot of pressure I take my chains off, set my fire on the dresser Say a prayer that a nigga don't try me, I'ma stretch 'em
[Benny The Butcher:] You really gotta know the difference from suckers and real steppers (Real steppers) And ones that handle that beef first like a meal prepper My beats harder, my whip new, my deal better And my bank statements six pages long like a jail letter Back in 2014, I had cheap prices, facts Me and Jay Rock takin' bricks out the wrap like Kraft cheese slices Say y'all cashin' out? It don't seem like it (I don't see it) We don't believe, it's cap, beams on our hats of rappers I greenlighted (Nigga) These long runs we consider that blessings I'm with a kitchen that's stretchin' Mix oil and water like vinaigrette dressin' Kids in my city wanna know the truth How I get from on the stoop to scrambled eggs from a golden goose? The truth is, I thought this moment through (Thought it through) Planted the seeds, start growin' roots and ended up with a fold-up roof (That's how I did it) Sopranos on, Joe Pesci, but I look better (Huh) Tre Spesh, Jimmy Conway, this a clip from Goodfellas Butch Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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