The Warehouse, Pt. 2 Fuego Base & Black Soprano Family (Ft. Benny the Butcher, ElCamino & Heem B$F)

[Intro: ElCamino]
(Moose Tarantino)
Yo, uh

[Verse 1: ElCamino]
I was down on my last dime, uh (That's fucked up)
Lately, I've been around all these bad vibes, it's rough in these sad times (Shit rough)
Uh, family hate me for shit that I won't buy
No shoulder to lean on in this bitch, so I don't cry (I don't)
Uh, I turned my hustle up, they been couldn't fuck with us (Been couldn't)
We can't compare money, 'cause they still didn't touch enough (For real)
Uh, back when we was called on [?], just for double-ups
I served my own uncle, 'cause as kids, we wasn't hugged enough
I smoked my own uncle, punched him in his face
I had to choke my own uncle, just for talkin' out of placе (Shut up, nigga)
Uh, we the young boss niggas that made a play
Whеn all else failed, we them young niggas that made a way
I'm the hero that saved the day, in the drought, I sat out
And bought pounds instead of J's, they still stuck in they ways (Stuck in they ways)
Uh, they wonder why I'm so blessed, because I pray (I pray, I did)

[Verse 2: Fuego Base & Heem B$F]
Uh, bodies drop when my Italian go
And I be low-key, gettin' blown off, like the stallion tote
Fuck a brick, I'd rather munch glass
Crackin' jokes at my lick, he got meth crumbs in his moustache
They say amongst thieves, there's no kind of trust
If he wasn't breakin' bread, we would have tied him up
Corner spittin', all kind of trucks
Servin' J's that used to be bad, like [?]
Got the dope and the readies, we gon' stay balanced
Whole strip scratchin', like the DJ Shay challenge
Never look back, straight from county
The devil got his tricks, but God don't play about me
Hope a hater don't make me seal his fate
Honestly, I'd rather study real estate
All praises to the author of his hard grammar (Uh)
Tracy fell out, we had to narc' [?] (Ha, they know)