Never Seen a Man Cry
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Uh-huh
You know what they say, right?
You're only as good as your last run
Mmm
And I'm on my best run
So what that tell you about me?
The Butcher coming, nigga
I'm done doing favors
Made money, I'm too busy to spend
I need appointments just to thumb through the paper
All foreigns when we come through in Vegas
Walk in the house with bricks like I'm '
Bout to teach kung fu to neighbors
I was just a dealer, I'm a healer in my present state
Put it in a warm pot, it came back a crescent shape
Meetings with the plug, I'm landing somewhere in Texas late
We spent six hours politicking like election day
Streets still calling me, that silverware talk to me
And tell me it could make my family wealthy as the Carnegies
City had some work for me, my unc' had a job for me
I told bruh to tell unc' I wasn't home if he called for me
These rap niggas pussy, the dope game violent
I gave these niggas tutorials on cocaine science, uh
Real niggas left, just a few of us
She ride me like a school bus
I fuck with her but I don't tell her too much
She know the rapper Benny, she don't know the trapper Benny
In that Caprice Classic, I'm in traffic with a half on Benny
In a cell, my right hand put up the bail cash for Benny (Yeah)
I'm in court with two lawyers speaking on behalf of Benny
Look, count the money and spread the
Hundreds on the top of the mattress
I just been trapping from the bottom, I never had shit
Free my homie, he behind the wall for
Popping his ratchet (Free my nigga)
Take five hundred to his baby mama, drop off a package (Huh)
We was bagging five-eights, burning the top of the plastic
Now Look What I Became about to drop
It's a classic (It's on the way, pussy)
Rocking Versace while I'm shopping at Saks Fifth
Get out of pocket, I'll have your mama shopping for caskets, boy
Thirty-five hundred for a pair of glasses
Wearing Hermes, rarest fabric, bitches
Tell me I'm charismatic (Hahahaha)
I carry 'matics, I will air and clap it
The FN tear his jacket, hit his
Bulletproof vest and tear in half it (Brrr)
Put you in a box and not the spital (Talk to 'em)
My bitch look like Saweetie, my pockets on Lizzo (Hah)
We down to box and split the profit down the middle (Huh)
Call my young boy Kemba, he shot it off the dribble, motherfucker
Ayo, don't let me show you what this four-pound do
Stand point blank range, let a close round through
Your folks gon' get smoked if they go 'round you
Like a breakfast and lunch spot, they get a closed round too
Huh, all I had was a stable block
Independent, you got hot from a label, I made my label hot
Got ten bricks on the tabletop
They see me to put bread on the table, I'm like the bagel shop
I meet a plug, then I make 'em pop
And if he don't appreciate what I make him, then I'ma take his spot
I gave four plugs fatal shots
Put four lines on the ground like I'm trying to create a box
I'm the nigga that the haters watch
I'm connected like Lego blocks or the line to the cable box
And I ain't never been afraid of cops
In prison, George had the same vision that Diego got
You ain't never seen a cell block
Used to hide when we see twelve, now we drive V12 drops
The nigga cried, then his bail dropped
That's how a stand-up guy transformed to a female cop
My first charge, I was shell-shocked
My old bitch called the police on me, had me in jail hot
They found an ounce in my mailbox
Caught an F from an O with my X like I'm trying to spell fox
Huh