Flights in da Mornin’ D. Chamberz (Ft. Benny the Butcher)

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Real street nigga shit
[(?)]
The Butcher coming, nigga
(Yeah)
My nigga Chamberz in this bitch
(You ain’t been through nothing we ain’t been through, nigga)
Big BSF, big Griselda
(You ain’t make nothing we ain’t make, nigga)

[Verse 1: D. Chamberz]
Emerged from the slums, I had to get it off the corner
Rest in peace tats and tees is all on us
I still got fiends that owe me since back in ‘98
Trapping out their crib, bagging up on nine plates
Always had beef, so I stay with the Butcher
Four cellphones like Master P, I got the hookup
Mac with the extendo, 200 air holes
Quick to let it fly off funny vibes and weirdos
Black Timbs, bloodhound brim to the death of mе
Grab a passport for any jet that’s next to me
If I go brokе, I hit the strip, that’s the recipe
Ain’t 3 for 10, it’s 5 for 20, I changed the energy
Locked down, 52 card over push-ups
Now I take flights every morning when I look up
Could tell by the pendant, I’m still independent
Yeah them niggas signed, but they know we’re nearly winning
What’s up