[Intro: Benny The Butcher]
Yo, turn me up some (Ayy)
Yeah
Ayo, you gotta respect my shit (You got to, nigga)
You know what I mean? (How could you not, nigga?)
I been silent for so long
Ayo, Beave, I been that nigga for so long, you heard, bro?
I been real, I been thorough for so long, real shit
I can't make this shit up
The Butcher comin', nigga
It's Griselda, nigga
Griselda
Doot doot doot doot doot doot
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
I'm really 'bout this life, y'all niggas play when the drugs come
Y'all take what the plug front, I pay what the plug want
Ask my bitch, I turn a vacay to a drug run
She think I'm spendin' money, but I just made me a lump sum
I remember ridin' down to VA, it was hectic
I was 'noid, I was skeptic, if I score, then I'm connected
I picked Jeanine to ride with me 'cause she had it perfected
I was right, she stayed loyal when she took that charge in Texas
You know I fuck with sis, made me feel like I'm a mack
She said you sweet talk these hoes and they might bring you stacks
See, pimpin' not my thing but just to see where I was at
I put two bitches on Backpage in rooms back to back
Most importantly Indy, for the risks she took with me
Put a job on the line, now helped turn 5 to 50
And when dough was the object, I went broke in the process
I even got evicted, she kept me low in the projects
No matter your condition, always know it's your mindset
Bounced back, bought her a whip and a bag to go beside that
Now tell me I ain't hustlin', feel like I'm back in the kitchen
They fuckin' up the work, they call me back and I fix it
I'm still a dope man, don't you never forget this
Before them Sway freestyles, the cartels showed interest
You hit my line, I hit you back, you want a 9, I get you that
Don't pay on time, that get you taxed, I miss a dime, they get you whacked
When Josh got shot, the rest of us was at a meeting
That I didn't call him for, what the fuck was I thinkin'?
I did the same thing to Streets and he got knocked with the strap (Free Streets)
Moral of the story is don't leave nobody back
Couple weeks before a tour, in the middle of a war
Opps feelin' like they up and I done been through this before
I got secrets I can't tell, I got demons in my closet
I can't remember faces of the people we done got with
Fans tryna greet me, come and meet me 'cause I'm poppin'
They reachin' out to dap me, I'm reachin' for my rocket, ah
Yo, turn me up some (Ayy)
Yeah
Ayo, you gotta respect my shit (You got to, nigga)
You know what I mean? (How could you not, nigga?)
I been silent for so long
Ayo, Beave, I been that nigga for so long, you heard, bro?
I been real, I been thorough for so long, real shit
I can't make this shit up
The Butcher comin', nigga
It's Griselda, nigga
Griselda
Doot doot doot doot doot doot
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
I'm really 'bout this life, y'all niggas play when the drugs come
Y'all take what the plug front, I pay what the plug want
Ask my bitch, I turn a vacay to a drug run
She think I'm spendin' money, but I just made me a lump sum
I remember ridin' down to VA, it was hectic
I was 'noid, I was skeptic, if I score, then I'm connected
I picked Jeanine to ride with me 'cause she had it perfected
I was right, she stayed loyal when she took that charge in Texas
You know I fuck with sis, made me feel like I'm a mack
She said you sweet talk these hoes and they might bring you stacks
See, pimpin' not my thing but just to see where I was at
I put two bitches on Backpage in rooms back to back
Most importantly Indy, for the risks she took with me
Put a job on the line, now helped turn 5 to 50
And when dough was the object, I went broke in the process
I even got evicted, she kept me low in the projects
No matter your condition, always know it's your mindset
Bounced back, bought her a whip and a bag to go beside that
Now tell me I ain't hustlin', feel like I'm back in the kitchen
They fuckin' up the work, they call me back and I fix it
I'm still a dope man, don't you never forget this
Before them Sway freestyles, the cartels showed interest
You hit my line, I hit you back, you want a 9, I get you that
Don't pay on time, that get you taxed, I miss a dime, they get you whacked
When Josh got shot, the rest of us was at a meeting
That I didn't call him for, what the fuck was I thinkin'?
I did the same thing to Streets and he got knocked with the strap (Free Streets)
Moral of the story is don't leave nobody back
Couple weeks before a tour, in the middle of a war
Opps feelin' like they up and I done been through this before
I got secrets I can't tell, I got demons in my closet
I can't remember faces of the people we done got with
Fans tryna greet me, come and meet me 'cause I'm poppin'
They reachin' out to dap me, I'm reachin' for my rocket, ah
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