[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
You ever hold it while ya man tape it?
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Look
I watched history repeat from, past to present
When your stomach touchin' your back, call for drastic measures
Re-readin' my mail, all I had was letters (All I had)
You know the phones in the jail be havin' bad reception (Hello, hello?)
I left school soon as I had math perfected
We threw bullets behind blocks like, pass protection
Where I'm from, mothers in the hood mad protective
We was thieves because of things that our dads neglected (Real shit)
Niggas said they show love, it never added up to much (Nah)
You ever went broke and start baggin' up the cut? (Huh?)
Went to jail for some work, I wasn't fast enough to flush
Had it out with some snakes over grass I didn't cut
Uh, keep ya ears open, mouth closed, you should try that (Try that, nigga)
How you gettin' money still wonderin' where I'm at?
I was in the trap, who need directions where the spot at
You come, don't call, leave the money where the slot at
Uh, white bricks, the strap black as coffee
And this the same flow that got these rappers salty (What else?)
I'm Hov' minus the plaques, Maybach and Beyoncé
Nigga, I'm Shawn Carter sellin' crack in Marcy
Probably niggas in my crew who wanna clap and cross me (What else?)
Have a rat and record me, but I act accordingly
Know homies who shoot craps, drink 'Gnac get saucy
Since you fly, we gon' make sure ya casket flossy
Every day I take chances that could put me in the prison
I'm like Colonel Sanders, got the hook up for a chicken (Uh)
Juggin' for a ticket (uh), lookin' for a kitchen
Niggas fed me crumbs but could've put me in position
But I was still thankful, stayed true to myself (Stayed down)
Never ask another man what you can do for yourself
I know gangsters respect gangsters, chains, Rolex bracelets
Keep playin', we turn rappers Cubans to neck braces
All my niggas point blank shooters and check chasers (Word)
Grind until we private investors and jet racin' (Phew)
Serious? Niggas ain't pimpin', y'all rest havens
Bag full of chips, felt like I just left Vegas, ahhh
You ever hold it while ya man tape it?
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Look
I watched history repeat from, past to present
When your stomach touchin' your back, call for drastic measures
Re-readin' my mail, all I had was letters (All I had)
You know the phones in the jail be havin' bad reception (Hello, hello?)
I left school soon as I had math perfected
We threw bullets behind blocks like, pass protection
Where I'm from, mothers in the hood mad protective
We was thieves because of things that our dads neglected (Real shit)
Niggas said they show love, it never added up to much (Nah)
You ever went broke and start baggin' up the cut? (Huh?)
Went to jail for some work, I wasn't fast enough to flush
Had it out with some snakes over grass I didn't cut
Uh, keep ya ears open, mouth closed, you should try that (Try that, nigga)
How you gettin' money still wonderin' where I'm at?
I was in the trap, who need directions where the spot at
You come, don't call, leave the money where the slot at
Uh, white bricks, the strap black as coffee
And this the same flow that got these rappers salty (What else?)
I'm Hov' minus the plaques, Maybach and Beyoncé
Nigga, I'm Shawn Carter sellin' crack in Marcy
Probably niggas in my crew who wanna clap and cross me (What else?)
Have a rat and record me, but I act accordingly
Know homies who shoot craps, drink 'Gnac get saucy
Since you fly, we gon' make sure ya casket flossy
Every day I take chances that could put me in the prison
I'm like Colonel Sanders, got the hook up for a chicken (Uh)
Juggin' for a ticket (uh), lookin' for a kitchen
Niggas fed me crumbs but could've put me in position
But I was still thankful, stayed true to myself (Stayed down)
Never ask another man what you can do for yourself
I know gangsters respect gangsters, chains, Rolex bracelets
Keep playin', we turn rappers Cubans to neck braces
All my niggas point blank shooters and check chasers (Word)
Grind until we private investors and jet racin' (Phew)
Serious? Niggas ain't pimpin', y'all rest havens
Bag full of chips, felt like I just left Vegas, ahhh
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