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de Benny The Butcher

Ah
All my street niggas gon' pray to this one

Yeah, we not connected 'less we get paid
Prison left me enraged, knife work, wesley in blade (wesley in blade)
They know I'm up so they expect me to change
I'm plugged on both sides, dope boy with executive game (uh)
All my ogs encouraged violence (yeah)
That's why I turned for guidance, my hood make your block look like the virgin islands
This half a brick, I'ma serve with kindness
With dope that's color cut clarity, and the same when you purchase diamonds
This flow right here, I was the first to find it (first)
I sold work and grinded, my bitch ran the phone before she earned designer (earned designer)
This way of like you can tell we perfected
Unhealthy connections, I treat a plug like a wealthy investor
Uh-huh, jump in the whip, open the roof up (open the roof up)
They tell you anythin' except open the book up (nah)
I thought different, I read the bible and the quran
On the vinyl cot I sat behind on federal walls (federal walls)
I made a promise to sign a letter to God (damn)
But I broke it when I came home sellin' mexican raw (mexican raw)
Shit, so don't look at me like I'm perfect
Y'all worship these rap niggas, turned this shit to a circus
My watch hittin' (hittin'), lookin' like I'm 'bout to blow a circuit
Fans fly across seas to come and meet me in person
I still got flaws (flaws), a few relationships, I got wronged (wrong)
I been stabbed in the back, I got scars (I got scars), damn

Let's go, dream big, just look what my team did (team did)
They tried to box us in, it's like the game seem rigged (damn)
This real facts and I used to trap where the fiends live (Montana)
How he rap about gats but don't actually squeeze his? (don't actually squeeze his)
Okay, I see, y'all believe these rappers if you want, my nigga (if you want, my nigga)
Let 'em convince you to do what they never done, my nigga
They just tryna sell records, it's all a front, my nigga (niggas frontin')
But principles come first when you one of us, my nigga
For killers with cold cases and no traces
Heard you said you could fuck with gang, now that's a bold statement (fuck out of here)
I'm like, how? Your flow basic, hoes low maintenance
You got caught with the whole cake and you got probation (how the fuck that happened?)
When they freed us up out the cuffs, we bought froze bracelets (ice)
And got back to my fork on the side of the bowl scrapin' (uh)
From the scramblers, dodge cameras like old gangsters (old gangsters)
And the gamblers throw the dice across the cold pavement (let's go)
You not safe, this clip in my new Glock great (doot, doot, doot, doot)
Long enough to do a drive-by for two blocks straight (nigga)
I'll put money on your head from a shoebox bank (what's shakin'?)
And leave the murder unsolved like the 2pac case (ah)
We was young, we was rugged (uh), where I hung, we was buggin'
And rats get their stripes stripped and tongues in the oven (uh)
When it comes to this hustlin', I got funds in abundance
And I learn quick 'cause a brick don't come with instructions (uh)

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