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Benny The Butcher

Benny Vs. Carlito

 

Benny Vs. Carlito

(album: Butcher On Steroids - 2017)


The Butcher...
The motherfucking Butcher
Griselda... uhh...
You know how I like it
(You know how I like it)
You gotta roll up and smoke niggas off the jump (off top)
Let niggas have it

Yeah, uhh
I really grew up 'round hard buyers
My moms crying, it hurt to see her son behind that barb wire
I had a trunk full of raw riding up the Interstate, the Porsche flying
Smoking dutches with the car lighter
It's all science, I cooked up powder, it was all timing
Hooked on phonics for the small minded
Y'all small timers, huh? With small paper and small diamonds
We vacationing on small islands
Yeah, I got a drum for every rapper breathing
That's word for every ounce I cooked and cracked in pieces (my word)
From the trap, but now we packing theaters
Don't let the rap mislead you
'Cause I could be the one who actually squeeze it
I entered the game, real as they came
'Cause that stick even when the dough diminish and fade (facts)
New brush, spinning my waves
These young wild niggas I raised
It's hard, I can't keep these killers contained (nah)
Yeah, I made it, that's where I count it at (count it at)
And I'm proud of that, these hoes fuck us for a follow back
I run my team like Red Auerbach
We smoking dope out the jar, the blunt tasting like a sour patch
It's a blessing to live like a boss, ain't it? (ain't it)
All these bad bitches, my kicks is a car payment (payment)
I be out in Cali, I'm at where the stars stay
The homies in the hood say it feel like we all made it (yeah)
I did it 'cause they ain't think I could
I got a knack for meeting plugs, so in every era we was good (nigga)
Don't talk on phones if I think they bugged
These young niggas hit my Snap
And they say trapping playing Me & Doug
I said a prayer and hope God believe us
I ran the field for them pies, I was wide receiver
Only the chosen few gon' thrive as leaders
Now I'm the coach, I got a spot right beside the bleachers
Butcher, nigga

And it's only for my niggas
All my day one niggas, man
All my stand up niggas
(And it's only for my niggas)
I'm with my same niggas
Same niggas I was broke with, still with them niggas
(Only for my niggas)
Same niggas I be shining with, shiny jewels, spikey shoes
(This one only for my niggas)
Knahmean, jumping out of foreigns and shit
Fucking all these bitches, getting this money
Same niggas I was broke with, it's for my niggas

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