Strainz Swope (Ft. Benny the Butcher)

Big B.S.F., huh
(Things change, time is slippin' away)
(I look different every day)
(I keep on grindin' from dawn to dusk)
I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though
(They know the name, and my city show me love)
(Sayin' one day this gon' pay off)
(Shit, well I hope it does)


Ah, they gon' say the money changed me
But I'ma say the haters did it
I watched them suckas bend the rules
But what I do? Forgave them niggas
Makin' movies, I played the villain
Shakin', movin', makin' millions
Money callin', my line beepin
I had to tell them to wait a minute, uh
Felipe Steak from Tabelscrapz
I don't lie when makin' raps, enough dough' saved up that
I can pay the label back
Overseas tourin', I'm stayin' at a Paris Hilton
Then a few weeks later, a nigga ran into Paris Hilton
I made cocaine, aroma smoke
We never got diplomas though
The president, that makin' drugs legal
That's who I'm votin' for
You know B.S.F. the stamp, nigga
These killers uncontrollable
The hip-hop police with my mug shot for these quotables
S-Class, the new one, the model
Pillows in the back and the rugs so soft
Can't wear your shoes when we ride
I'm used to beef, all they do is some hollows
Keep playin', we got hand grenades
Shaped like Don Julio bottles