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pillow talk and slander
Benny the Butcher
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Man, we don't want much, we just want what belong to us
Man, we ain't greedy, we hustlers, nigga, Butch
If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes
And 'em niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I coulda made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home
I got the aura of a boss, ask niggas, they know my body
I'm on MSNBC talkin' politics with Ari
Ate sardines out the can, my birthdays ain't have a party (none)
So apologize for what? I'm too rich to say sorry
Wrote a letter to the streets, addressed it, "Whom it may concern"
Everybody can't go, and that shit I had to learn (I had to learn)
I be back on my bullshit when the beef get confirmed (confirmed)
I lay on a nigga like Katt Williams' perm
Walk the path of a king, first I saw it in my dreams, now it's happenin'
Ayo, Hit, we got these niggas
'Cause every time I drive, the hood tellin' me, "The streets is back again"
One, two, three
If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes
And 'em niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I coulda made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home
Yeah, the streets dead, can't a soul save 'em, huh (nah)
You just a rapper, that's a bold statement (oh, yeah)
I watched a kingpin lose, and that shit fucked with my mind
I was lookin' up to him before my faith was in God, yeah
Take you on a ride to small towns, you get much more
First you cut class, jump off the porch, now you cut dope (for real)
Identity sealed behind that man's 'cause he cutthroat
She put somethin' in her baggie, somethin' in her purse, so I don't trust hoes
I usually judge these niggas by the taste of they watch
And then the pandemic hit, that started fakin' me out
Yeah, I said, "Fuck college", went straight to the block
No witnesses, better chances, guess it's safe at the top because it's lonely
If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes (watch 'em)
And 'em niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone" (mm)
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on (uh)
I coulda made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home
Niggas from the sandbox turn into your rivals (yeah)
'Cause they watch you put the work in, then they feel entitled (yup)
Pillow talk and slander, but they don't wanna try you (nah)
It's about what I could teach you, not what I could buy you (woo)
What I'm capable of doin' is the only thing that scares me (that's it)
I'd've told the old me, "Don't even let 'em near me" (uh-uh)
Somethin' 'bout the rush, you just can't get enough of it (woo)
Named on indictments with niggas you don't hustle with (uh)
They just love to tell it (yeah), I just love to sell it (uh)
Shit so strong, it's still wrapped, and you could smell it (smell it)
Sittin' in the spot with the work and the gun out (fssh)
At the end, the true colors always gon' come out, real shit
If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes
And 'em niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I coulda made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home
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