
Driver’s Seat Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh (Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P)
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[Intro: 38 Spesh]
Uh, let's go
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh]
Uh, everything I own came out the kitchen
I was 'bout my business, since 2000, had trap houses hittin' (Aight)
I'm down to get it, we was kids playin' and found syringes (Let's go)
I lived it, that's why the shit I'm sayin' sound specific
Bullshit walk a mile a minute, nigga, money talk (Money talk)
And for that money, turn your buddy to a bloody corpse (Brrr)
We get crafty when that money short (Let's go)
I get a spot outta town then run around like I'm from these parts (Let's go)
With bricks in a Mitsubishi panel
The hustler instincts that I really channel
Brought me home like Mickey Mantle
Enough cake to blow out fifty candles (Uh-huh)
I get bricks from a kid named Fernando that wear Dickies and flannels (Okay)
Talkin' numbers, speakin' Espanol (Huh)
State your name when we meet and watch your hands when you greet the Sopranos
I'm eatin' clams on the beach with sandals with a young Tisha Campbell
Wait, that might be a weak example
Dreams of being shackled and my time bein' ample (Uh-huh)
I caught a body last time I gave a fiend a sample
Uh, we was young hustlers, baby boy, shavin' raw
In and out of rentals, windows down with the AC on
You may be right or you may be wrong
But either way, I'm ridin' wit'chu on your beef 'til the day he gone
Uh, let's go
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh]
Uh, everything I own came out the kitchen
I was 'bout my business, since 2000, had trap houses hittin' (Aight)
I'm down to get it, we was kids playin' and found syringes (Let's go)
I lived it, that's why the shit I'm sayin' sound specific
Bullshit walk a mile a minute, nigga, money talk (Money talk)
And for that money, turn your buddy to a bloody corpse (Brrr)
We get crafty when that money short (Let's go)
I get a spot outta town then run around like I'm from these parts (Let's go)
With bricks in a Mitsubishi panel
The hustler instincts that I really channel
Brought me home like Mickey Mantle
Enough cake to blow out fifty candles (Uh-huh)
I get bricks from a kid named Fernando that wear Dickies and flannels (Okay)
Talkin' numbers, speakin' Espanol (Huh)
State your name when we meet and watch your hands when you greet the Sopranos
I'm eatin' clams on the beach with sandals with a young Tisha Campbell
Wait, that might be a weak example
Dreams of being shackled and my time bein' ample (Uh-huh)
I caught a body last time I gave a fiend a sample
Uh, we was young hustlers, baby boy, shavin' raw
In and out of rentals, windows down with the AC on
You may be right or you may be wrong
But either way, I'm ridin' wit'chu on your beef 'til the day he gone
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