.762 Benny the Butcher

[Intro]
Uh, Yeah
It's Benny (right)
Ayo Conway, feel like, feel like I got these niggas in my scope right now

[Verse 1]
Uh, fuck the fame we only came for the bread
Told my homie it’s a bonus if you aim for the head
You point a gun at him he gon' say that ain't what he said
Plus the clip in it long as Wilt Chamberlain leg
Lost some homies, spent a couple birthdays in the feds
I met plugs, not just thugs, I met Haitians in dreads
You know the kicks that I’m lacing are red
You blazing up reg, tension thick
You tasting the air, I'm blatant, you scared
Ridin' out for my team, watching out for the D's
You ever stashed work in a house full of fiends?
You niggas just rapping, I'm about everything
Need shooters and captains when you scouting a team
Time is money, and I'mma need an hour or more
I leave the trap smelling like gunpowder and raw
I'm having nightmares they raiding, huddled out in the hall
Same time I was flushing, they was pounding the door
When you try'na get shit, you ain’t used to having
Might run into some problems, might use some ratchets
Might run into some cops, wearing suits and badges
Never speak on what you saw, if you do you ratting
Real legend, and I’m still plugged in with criminals
You catch a case, pray the judge give a minimal
I send it through your loved ones when they visit you
I live in a town where the love ain't reciprocal