India

(album: A Friend Of Ours - 2018)

[BENNY THE BUCHER:]
Yo, turn me up some (Ayy)
Yeah
Ayo, you gotta respect my shit (You got to, nigga)
You know what I mean? (How could you not, nigga?)
I been silent for so long
Ayo, Beave, I been that nigga for so long, you heard, bro?
I been real, I been thorough for so long, real shit
I can't make this shit up
The Butcher coming, nigga
It's Griselda, nigga
Griselda
Doot doot doot doot doot doot
Yeah, uh

I'm really 'bout this life, y'all niggas play when the drugs come
Y'all take what the plug front, I pay what the plug want
Ask my bitch, I turn a vacay to a drug run
She think I'm spending money, but I just made me a lump sum
I remember riding down to VA, it was hectic
I was 'noid, I was skeptic, if I score, then I'm connected
I pictured Nina ride with me 'cause she had it perfected
I was right, she stayed loyal when she took that charge in Texas
You know I fuck with sis, made me feel like I'm a mack
She said you sweet talk these hoes and they might bring you stacks
See, pimping not my thing but just to see where I was at
I put two bitches on Backpage in rooms back to back
Most importantly Indy, for the risks she took with me
Put a job on the line, now helped turn 5 to 50
And when dough was the object, I went broke in the process
I even got evicted, she kept me low in the projects
No matter your condition, always know it's your mindset
Bounced back, bought her a whip and a bag to go beside that
Now tell me I ain't hustling, feel like I'm back in the kitchen
They fucking up the work, they call me back and I fix it
I'm still a dope man, don't you never forget this
Before them Sway freestyles, the cartels showed interest
You hit my line, I hit you back, you want a 9, I get you that
Don't pay on time, that get you taxed, I miss a dime, they get you whacked
When Josh got shot, the rest of us was at a meeting
That I didn't call him for, what the fuck was I thinkin'?
I did the same thing to Streets and he got knocked with the strap
Moral of the story is don't leave nobody back
Couple weeks before a tour, in the middle of a war
Opps feeling like they up and I done been through this before
I got secrets I can't tell, I got demons in my closet
I can't remember faces of the people we done got with
Fans tryna greet me, come and meet me 'cause I'm popping
They reaching out to dap me, I'm reaching for my rocket, ah

[El Camino:]
I'm rolling up stresses, smoke a blunt or two
I swear you don't know what I'm going through
I been through hell and back, it's what I'm going through
They see my Rollie, but they don't know what I'm going through
All these bands on me that I be blowing through
And all these bitches I be going through
I swear they don't know what I'm going through
I swear they don't know what I'm going through

[BENNY THE BUTCHER:]
They got used to handouts, I always will stand out
My own cloth became my own boss, that's how you branch out
You never put in work with me, then certainly, I can't vouch
The trap spot in '03, I ran like a slant route
'Cause I was linked with older niggas, book bag and dough was in it
Feds pulled us over with it, Chine Gun was my co-defendant
Now he gone and I'm coping with it
Before he died, we had a chat, but before that, we ain't spoke a minute
It was over shit he did, over shit I said
But his last words to me: "Bruh, hold your head", uh
My mom got 8 kids, he was the oldest child
And I'm next up, so guess I'm the oldest now
So it's only right I hold it down, rap sale blowing piles
Where niggas are generals just like Colin Powell
It's hard being genuine when y'all being feminine
Like they pick up the traits of the broads they been chilling with
You ain't Scarface 'cause you sniff raw through a Benjamin
I'm Scarface, I really got raw from a immigrant
It's more shit I'm going through, my baby mama tripping
Over bullshit, she told me since the deal, I'm acting different
I get back off the road, I don't chill, its back to business
I'm doing shows while my homies up top ask for visits
Why my man gun jam when he was tryna clap them niggas?
The case still open, so I can't get that specific
I used to trap with a brick on a plate, stacking digits
Traded that in for this, so that made me sacrilegious

[El Camino:]
I'm rolling up stresses, smoke a blunt or two
I swear you don't know what I'm going through
I been through hell and back, it's what I'm going through
They see my Rollie, but they don't know what I'm going through
All these bands on me that I be blowing through
And all these bitches I be going through
I swear they don't know what I'm going through
I swear they don't know what I'm going through