Everybody Can’t Go Benny the Butcher & Kyle Banks

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah
They don't make 'em like us no more
You know, everybody gon' say they like that
Everybody gon' say that
But this for us, this for y'all
Uh

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
First I made a couple dollars, then my status changed
To let 'em know that I'm thankful, I'm giving back the game
Show 'em how I made it out from my trapping phase
'Cause I was more like Barry Bonds in a batting cage
Shit, all I did was stack and pray
I'm from the jungle where niggas count war wounds as accolades
Weed legal, I got a greenhouse growing packs
The farmer cuttin' hair off it like Doja Cat
Gotta be a hustler, wanna stand on the side
You wanna be a boss, you look a man in his eyеs
Buck-twenty in the whip when I'm playing in a fivе
The only time you did that was in a ambulance ride
I remember the first time I got my hands on a pie
I broke it down then sold it one gram at a time
No ginger ale, but I could have bled Canada dry
Hear the money counter running and my stamina rise
Butch