[Intro: Benny The Butcher & Heem]
They know
Yeah, let's go
The Butcher comin', nigga
Uh
Yo, look
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Paper, diamonds, and Benzes, that's why we got in the business (Facts, though)
The trips back and forth out of town what got me addicted
Got a plug and made two-hundred grand out of the friendship (Remember that?)
I'm still up, last we heard, he out of commission
It's crazy, why most dope boys got 'em a princess (My dawgs)
My daughter like her mom, just is not as dependent
They call it fast dough, 'cause this life you gotta be quick with (Got to be quick)
I just need a stock and a block I could be content with, huh
You know the business, fuck hеr once, lose interеst
I'm in my rookie year, they put me in they top ten picks, huh (Damn)
They say the game is a bitch, you gotta pimp it
I'm countin' bluefaces while she puttin' on lipstick
[Chorus: Benny The Butcher & Heem]
(We the realest)
Yeah, and I can put it on my soul
Three dope cases, but I ain't never told, oh no, 'cause
(We the realest)
Yeah, sold a quarter brick of blow
Counted up, then went and did a show, how they know that
(We the realest?)
Uh, asked these niggas 'bout traps
They only hustlers when they writing they raps, it's facts that
(We the realest)
Uh, grindin' for everything I stack
When it's mine, they can't get it back, uh-uh, 'cause
(We the realest)
They know
Yeah, let's go
The Butcher comin', nigga
Uh
Yo, look
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Paper, diamonds, and Benzes, that's why we got in the business (Facts, though)
The trips back and forth out of town what got me addicted
Got a plug and made two-hundred grand out of the friendship (Remember that?)
I'm still up, last we heard, he out of commission
It's crazy, why most dope boys got 'em a princess (My dawgs)
My daughter like her mom, just is not as dependent
They call it fast dough, 'cause this life you gotta be quick with (Got to be quick)
I just need a stock and a block I could be content with, huh
You know the business, fuck hеr once, lose interеst
I'm in my rookie year, they put me in they top ten picks, huh (Damn)
They say the game is a bitch, you gotta pimp it
I'm countin' bluefaces while she puttin' on lipstick
[Chorus: Benny The Butcher & Heem]
(We the realest)
Yeah, and I can put it on my soul
Three dope cases, but I ain't never told, oh no, 'cause
(We the realest)
Yeah, sold a quarter brick of blow
Counted up, then went and did a show, how they know that
(We the realest?)
Uh, asked these niggas 'bout traps
They only hustlers when they writing they raps, it's facts that
(We the realest)
Uh, grindin' for everything I stack
When it's mine, they can't get it back, uh-uh, 'cause
(We the realest)
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