Streets Ain’t The Same Rick Hyde & Black Soprano Family (Ft. Benny the Butcher & ElCamino)

[Intro: Rick Hyde & Gowan]
Just a little problem, out of hand
The consequence of supply and demand
Violate the laws—, the laws
Violate the laws, violate-
Violate the laws, violate-
Violate the laws, violate-
Violate the laws, oh, vio—
Violate the laws, violate-
Violate the laws, violate-
Violate the laws, violate-
Violate the laws, the laws—
Look

[Verse 1: Rick Hyde]
I had some early steps of guidance, damn, I miss Shay (Damn, I miss Shay)
I was eighteen and defiant (Up), but he saw me as a giant
I knew that I was tryin', never fathomed Godly (Never fathomed Godly)
Benny, West, Conway, I'm next to 'em, child's cross be (Griselda, what up?)
As far as this rap syllabus, I feel it's no equivalent
All this shit you talk is frivolous, I'm shinin', like fill 'em in
I based my shit off diligence, it's work ethic and willingness (Yeah)
Until you reach my plateau, you won't understand how real it is (How real it is)

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]
Ayo, far as this rap curriculum, grindin', with swings dependin'
Adrenaline rush, I'm feelin' from past legends, I'm a livin' one
Good at rap, couldn't dribble much, few years passed, got my rhythm up
Switched my flow, got my chicken up
Drug dealin' took my attention from music
So by age eighteen, I'd been in prison once
On parole by age twenty-one, that's what Shay came to get me from (That's where he got me)
Cream of the crop in particular, that's where he picked me from
And next Rick was up, so our stories sound similar