What Happened to The Streets Planit Hank (Ft. Benny the Butcher & M.O.P.)

[Intro]
Ahhh
Yeah, yeah
The Butcher coming nigga
Griselda, M.O.P. niggas
(oooowww)
I've tried to tell niggas man, niggas can't fuck with the Butcher
Naw, the Butcher coming nigga

[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
It's a couple things you need, when you making some long bread
.38 with some bald heads and a table with strong legs
I'm more safe than y'all, 'cause I got that safe in the wall bread
New case for the squad, show up on the break then we all jam
Looked in the air, said a prayer, then I sat down to eat
I kept my back 'round the streets, you need a pat down to speak
Pass the nail shop, them hoe's probably dash out the seed
That emblem on the hood
Will make them bitches flag down the "V"
I don't back down, my niggas coming strapped down for free
I rest just for a week, but need a half pound of chief
I left town, I ain't coming back 'round for weeks nigga
No law or MPR, need to count these racks out in peace
They ain't holding they 'trolla, niggas never score with a whole one
Sent the package somewhere safe, then boarded the Boeing
Lost my way a couple times, asked the lord "where I'm going?"
'Cause I keep it on me like I can't afford it to tote it
I ran my money up and I ain't think my daughter would notice
Now she in class with that Marc Jacobs bag crossin' her shoulder
It's fucked up when you find out that your dawg was a cobra
The fed's slick, get in a whip, and can't talk to the chauffeur (ahhh)
(The Butcher coming nigga)