[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Ah
Hitmaka
Benny the Butcher, Neek Bucks
Diesel, nigga
[Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Neek Bucks]
Thank God for the street shit
I'm feelin’ like this how this 'posed to happen
What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin’
Thank God for the street shit
We like the Gambinos ridin' through Manhattan
Catch a body, get promoted to a captain
Thank God for the street shit
I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?
I ain't like them niggas, this a different level
Thank God for the street shit (Bucks)
It feel like I made a deal with the devil (Uh, this our shit)
I got a brick pyrex and a shovel (You already know what side of town we from)
(Look, lеt's go) Thank God for the street shit
[Verse 1: Neek Bucks]
Soon as this fade touch, we turnin' up (Facts)
'Bout a brick and a half down, I took thеm trips down, I had to learn to tuck (No cap)
Used to play with a half pound, I couldn't stack, I was a learner then (I was a learner then)
But a buck in the stash, now we on they ass (Yeah)
They tryna pinpoint what we lurkin' in (They tryna pinpoint)
Yeah, life’s beautiful (Facts)
Especially when the coke and money mutual (No cap)
Shit, minus all the Ls and all the funerals
Yeah, I got the cookbook from the greats (Let’s go)
I done watched a fiend look me in my face
And pick the shank out his teeth like it was steak (Damn)
I'm at the Penn Station goin’ off of nothin' but luck (Facts)
Paid thirty for a four, got it off in Buff' for a buck (I did)
Before I tell, I'll fed it (Yeah), if they inhale it, I sell it (Facts)
Shit, if it’s murder, won't dead it (No cap), the street shit just embedded
Ah
Hitmaka
Benny the Butcher, Neek Bucks
Diesel, nigga
[Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Neek Bucks]
Thank God for the street shit
I'm feelin’ like this how this 'posed to happen
What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin’
Thank God for the street shit
We like the Gambinos ridin' through Manhattan
Catch a body, get promoted to a captain
Thank God for the street shit
I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?
I ain't like them niggas, this a different level
Thank God for the street shit (Bucks)
It feel like I made a deal with the devil (Uh, this our shit)
I got a brick pyrex and a shovel (You already know what side of town we from)
(Look, lеt's go) Thank God for the street shit
[Verse 1: Neek Bucks]
Soon as this fade touch, we turnin' up (Facts)
'Bout a brick and a half down, I took thеm trips down, I had to learn to tuck (No cap)
Used to play with a half pound, I couldn't stack, I was a learner then (I was a learner then)
But a buck in the stash, now we on they ass (Yeah)
They tryna pinpoint what we lurkin' in (They tryna pinpoint)
Yeah, life’s beautiful (Facts)
Especially when the coke and money mutual (No cap)
Shit, minus all the Ls and all the funerals
Yeah, I got the cookbook from the greats (Let’s go)
I done watched a fiend look me in my face
And pick the shank out his teeth like it was steak (Damn)
I'm at the Penn Station goin’ off of nothin' but luck (Facts)
Paid thirty for a four, got it off in Buff' for a buck (I did)
Before I tell, I'll fed it (Yeah), if they inhale it, I sell it (Facts)
Shit, if it’s murder, won't dead it (No cap), the street shit just embedded
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