[Intro: Benny]
Ah
Aye, I'm, I'm ready for whatever, nigga
Butcher, yeah, ok
Yep, just like that
Uh huh, Griselda, nigga
Yo, uh
[Verse 1: Benny]
Even the FBI said the squad was violent
They labeled us young, wild, and homicidal
But hustlers treat my last shit like it's some kind of Bible
'Cause I drove with my last brick in a Honda Pilot
Missing fathers, he never got his guidance
Got in the game, and never got to get his input when I decided
It's not surprising, niggas not as nice as Griselda
And I'm as bright as my elders, Off-White at Coachella
How you on parole with a curfew and some beef?
Don't shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets
And depending what I'm paying, I could send 'em where you laying
Body snatcher jumping out the Renault with it in his hand
Had to take a few trips just to kick it with my man
Like did he give us what I'm planned, I guess I'm filling up the van, uh
Bring it back in bales but distribute it in grams
Conversations in the cell, where most criminals advance
Let's backtrack, had my first daughter with my first wife
Bought my first quarter, caught my first stripe
Set up by a nigga, I served twice
He got picked up, then he bitched up, like he was 'bout to serve life
I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that?
Straight facts, blood on the money when it got paid back
You know them hustlers who sling packs
I'm tying with them same cats in case I gotta get my name back
All them nights I had to pray for this, they gon' pay for this
No mistaking it, got a safe with no more space in it
We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it
Take Belichick playbook and still won't be the Patriots
Y'all shocked, I'm out your league by a long shot
My team gave the city smoke like cigar shops, damn
They tryna get my man what Saddam got
Say my name and wake these niggas up like alarm clocks
Ah
Aye, I'm, I'm ready for whatever, nigga
Butcher, yeah, ok
Yep, just like that
Uh huh, Griselda, nigga
Yo, uh
[Verse 1: Benny]
Even the FBI said the squad was violent
They labeled us young, wild, and homicidal
But hustlers treat my last shit like it's some kind of Bible
'Cause I drove with my last brick in a Honda Pilot
Missing fathers, he never got his guidance
Got in the game, and never got to get his input when I decided
It's not surprising, niggas not as nice as Griselda
And I'm as bright as my elders, Off-White at Coachella
How you on parole with a curfew and some beef?
Don't shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets
And depending what I'm paying, I could send 'em where you laying
Body snatcher jumping out the Renault with it in his hand
Had to take a few trips just to kick it with my man
Like did he give us what I'm planned, I guess I'm filling up the van, uh
Bring it back in bales but distribute it in grams
Conversations in the cell, where most criminals advance
Let's backtrack, had my first daughter with my first wife
Bought my first quarter, caught my first stripe
Set up by a nigga, I served twice
He got picked up, then he bitched up, like he was 'bout to serve life
I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that?
Straight facts, blood on the money when it got paid back
You know them hustlers who sling packs
I'm tying with them same cats in case I gotta get my name back
All them nights I had to pray for this, they gon' pay for this
No mistaking it, got a safe with no more space in it
We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it
Take Belichick playbook and still won't be the Patriots
Y'all shocked, I'm out your league by a long shot
My team gave the city smoke like cigar shops, damn
They tryna get my man what Saddam got
Say my name and wake these niggas up like alarm clocks
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