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Benny the Butcher;38 Spesh
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Uh
You hear me knockin', right?
Let me in then, nigga
Let me talk my shit for a minute
Right, right
First 48 or somethin'
Ha, uh, uh
I seen shit in my life you niggas dream, now I live a dream
The G-Wagon is money green, on to bigger things
I'm takin' one for the team, gotta peep the lean
Shit ain't always what it seem, can't stop now
West and Con had it locked down
Butcher came through, now I'm 'bout to lock the spot down
Feel like Kobe in his rookie years
I'm Jordan without the rings, young Ginรณbili with the curly hair
Iron Mike in the first round
Like Ali on the ropes, Emmitt Smith for the first down
Remember when I bought my first pound
Hangin' out the whip, black thirty-eight, and blew my first rounds
At sixteen, I was a street nigga
I used to package nickel bags, then go and post in the street with 'em
These niggas wasn't in the streets with us
Ain't never eat with us, see that we on, they try and beef with us
Face the fact, what kind of hate is that?
Just know you send them little shots my way, we come and spray it back
This slug probably break his back, let's take it back
Tie a fuck nigga up and hit him with the axe
Couldn't hold me like the old Shaq
Pump crack, loadin' thirty-two shots up in the old MAC
Not a gangster, he an old rat
Heard niggas speakin' up on a body and went and told that
All this snitchin' got the game twisted
And they lettin' niggas live, they
Don't play it right, the game different
Everybody wanna be the man
I seen an OG make it to a thousand from a half-gram
Started stackin', now we boss status
Do it right, make a couple hundred grand off a small package
Livin' lavish, but we started average
AMG headrest in the V, ridin' the S-Classes
Fresh pair of Cartier glasses
It get a little tragic, missin' my mans, talkin' to his ashes
He been gone for some years now
Told him we here now, keep rollin' blunts to slow the tears down
Still wishin' I could see his face
He in a better place, gotta retaliate, just play it safe
Got a mask with the Joker face
I know a nigga caught two, three bodies with a broken eight
More where's, I was raised in it
I was cool with all the robbers and thieves, know all the gravediggers
Where I'm from, this how they made niggas
And you had to be a killer, a cop, or you a paid nigga
Pick a route and try to make it out
'Cause them niggas ain't your friends
For a price, they'll take you out
I ran the streets like a slave, nigga
Free my dawgs behind the wall and rest
In peace to ones who ain't with us
Ain't with us, for real
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