Made For It Sule & Black Soprano Family (Ft. Benny the Butcher)

[Intro]
Until we settle up with Omar, I think it's best we suspend these meets
Anybody got a problem here on out, bring it to me, or sit on that shit
Those of you on the Westside who need to re-up, holler at my man Monk
He gonna handle supply over there
On the Eastside, Cheese
One more thing, price of the brick going up

[Verse 1: Sule]
He used to be a athlete, and now he asks his connect could he hold a kilo
Craig threw him a brick then he bought a pole for the deebos (Bah)
My nigga played the bench with the heat like he Oladipo
A street tale, you never catch him slippin' like he Ezel
The Devil wears Prada, could smell the designer burnin'
The prices is too good to be true, so you gotta curve 'em (Hold on)
My scammer nigga next day slips to a wire earnin'
So they taught me how to keep bank shootin' like higher learnin'
Forty K off iPhones, so what's your credit score?
Pocket watchin', that's some shit that get you debted for (Bah, bah)
Spend a little, save a lot, just build my repertoire (Rep')
'Cause bein' broke is such a joke and I ain't Kevin Hart
I just threw eleven months of rent on a bitch off Henny and Scarlets (What else?)
Spicy rigatoni, Carbone with Benny in Harlem (Damn)
Paint a picture with these lyrics like a Van Gogh flick
I tried to tell you I was made for this Soprano shit