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Benny The Butcher

No Instructions

 

No Instructions

(album: The Plugs I Met 2 - 2021)


All my street niggas gonna pray to this one

Yo (Yo)
We not connect, unless we get paid (Uh huh)
Prison, left me enraged
Knife work, Wesley in Blade (Wesley in Blade)

They know I'm up, so they expect me to change
I'm plugged on both sides
Dope boy with executive game

All my OG's encourage violence (Yeah)
That's where I turn for guidance
My hood make your block look like the Virgin Islands

This half a brick, I'ma serve with kindness
Where dope is color, cut, clarity
And the same when you purchase diamonds

This flow right here, I was the first to find it (The first)
I sold work and grinded
My bitch ran the phone before she earned designer (Earned Designer)

This way of life you can tell we perfected
Unhealthy connections
I treat a plug like a wealthy investor, uh huh

Jump in the whip, open the roof up (Open the roof up)
They tell you anything except, "Open a book up" (Yo)

I thought different
I read the Bible and the Quran
On a vinyl cot, I sat behind them federal walls (Federal Walls)

I made a promise, then signed a letter to God
But I broke it when I came home, selling Mexican raw (Mexican raw)

Shit, so don't look at me like I'm perfect
Y'all worship these rap niggas
Turnt this shit to a circus

My watch hitting
Looking like I'm bout to blow a circuit (Circuit)
Fans fly across seas to come and meet me in person

I still got flaws (Flaws)
A few relationships, I got wronged (Wronged)
I been stabbed in the back, I got scars, damn (I got scars)

Let's go
Dream big, just look what my team did (Look what we did)
They try to box us in, it's like the game seem rigged (Damn)

These real facts and I used to trap where the fiends live (My killas)
How he rap about Gat's but don't actually squeeze his? (Don't actually squeeze his)

Okay, I see
Y'all believe these rappers if you want, my nigga (If you want my nigga)
Let 'em convince you to do what they never done, my nigga

They just tryna to sell records it's all a front, my nigga (They're just frontin')
But principals come first when you one of us, my nigga

For killers with cold cases and no traces
Heard you said you could fuck with gang?
Now that's a bold statement (Fuck outta here)

I'm like, "How?"
Your flow basic
Hoes low maintenance
You got caught with the whole cake and you got probation (How the fuck that happen?)

When they freed us up out them cuffs, we bought froze bracelets (Ice)
Then got back to my fork on the side of the bowl scraping

From the scramblers
Dodge Cameras
Like old gangsters (Old gangsters)
And the gamblers, throw the dice across the cold pavement (Let's go)

You not safe
This clip in my new Glock great (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Long enough to do a drive by for two blocks straight

I'll put money on your head from a shoe box bank (What's shakin'?)
And leave the murder unsolved like the Tupac case (Ah)

We was young, we was rugged (Uh)
Where I hung, we was bugging
And rats get their stripes stripped and tongues in the oven (Ugh)

When it comes to this hustling
I got funds in abundance
And I learnt quick 'cause a brick don't come with instructions
Uh

done

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