Alone Rick Hyde & Benny the Butcher (Ft. G Herbo)
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[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
You can see my shit lightin' up through the booth window
Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?
Ah, straight like that
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I got a lot 'cause I'm loyal, for that
And makin' work lock from the oil
Black Soprano, signed then get a chain, Glock and a lawyer
Notorious, when you talk and runnin' traps and enjoyin' it
Shit, I graduated valedictorian
They want me buried and broke
But since fourteen, I been married to dope
What we deserve, heaven and hell? Apparently both
My hustle way more advanced
The double AR dance
Had a brick of Ye with a stamp
To lunch with Ye on a ranch
Got a thing for spottin' hustlers and catchin' 'em hungry
He did a dub but still remembеr the texture of monеy
I sold dope, been set up, got arrested with money
Paid legal fees and made bail with the rest of the money
I did a lot for my team, I ain't takin' no cred'
But how you say you love a nigga and they breakin' no bread?
We ran strips, now we break record labels instead
Stay clam, now first million gon' play with your head, how's that?
You can see my shit lightin' up through the booth window
Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?
Ah, straight like that
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I got a lot 'cause I'm loyal, for that
And makin' work lock from the oil
Black Soprano, signed then get a chain, Glock and a lawyer
Notorious, when you talk and runnin' traps and enjoyin' it
Shit, I graduated valedictorian
They want me buried and broke
But since fourteen, I been married to dope
What we deserve, heaven and hell? Apparently both
My hustle way more advanced
The double AR dance
Had a brick of Ye with a stamp
To lunch with Ye on a ranch
Got a thing for spottin' hustlers and catchin' 'em hungry
He did a dub but still remembеr the texture of monеy
I sold dope, been set up, got arrested with money
Paid legal fees and made bail with the rest of the money
I did a lot for my team, I ain't takin' no cred'
But how you say you love a nigga and they breakin' no bread?
We ran strips, now we break record labels instead
Stay clam, now first million gon' play with your head, how's that?
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