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Black Soprano Family
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Yeah, uh-huh
(Brick Squad)
Fuck them other niggas, shit, my biggest opp was patience
Another six figures on the table, I can taste it
Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch, this Rollie like a bracelet
Everything residual, I'm out here gettin' placements
Unc' was in the kitchen with the pots and the Mason (Whip, whip)
Our skate was slowly comin' out the water like it's Jason
We don't need role models, we need innovation
I'm tellin' you, I feel it in the air, ventilation
Black Soprano Family, the new administration
My maneuverin' is gracious, you a newer nigga, face it
I took tutelage from greats, you just do enough to make it
I wrap you in a circle like you hoggin' up the blanket
I never seen a bitch I couldn't fuck on a spaceship
I never seen this kind of money workin' on a dayshift (Facts)
Two hundred somethin' thousand out the mud, would I waste it?
My dream was right in front of me, I got up and I chased it
Bitch, it's Ricky, uh
Hustle for a cause, so I'm ignorin' calls
Thirty texts, all bitches waitin' on me to respond
Underground king, but I got hits like Chaka Khan
And a hundred hoes tryna introduce me to they mom (Mama, look)
I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs when they smell a lie (Snitch)
I don't mix in niggas' stories when I'm tellin' mine
But I might got a lick for yours when I'm sellin' mine, uh
Don't fuck with the spliff? Then never mind
A nigga once told me the same and he fell behind (Fell behind)
I came in this world way beyond my time
And been puttin' more work in than all these niggas combined, uh
Add it up, they don't even do the math (Math)
By the time they catch up, I be on to another bag (Another one)
In the back of the Benz and I'm lettin' burn and blast
Pourin' DeLeรณn, if it's stress, fillin' up my glass (Stress)
I might not come in first, but it won't be last (It won't)
If all else fails, I'm gon' need another mask
But I ain't one of them niggas that's always low on cash
That's why I be stayin' out the way in this bucket of crabs
Trackhawk off the lot 'cause I fucked up the Jag'
Speed limit thirty, but I still do a buck and a half
I done went from rags to riches and finer things
Sold dope for leather coats and a diamond ring
I ain't the captain of the yacht, but I'm on the team
I'm hip-hop like Big Pop', it was all a dream
I'm representin' for the low and niggas call me Heem
Every verse like good coke, all the bars be clean
Niggas cryin' out broke, tryna cause a scene
I was posted in the ghetto, servin' all the fiends
See me out a hundred deep, I'm with all the Gs
Label send another check, spend it all on P's
It's the mob, nigga, few shooters and hard dealers
I spent nights speakin' 'bout life with scarred killers
We all villains, no feelings, I'm Mike Thriller
I'm tryna moonwalk on money in white tennis
My life menace, black Glocks and white linen
I come from back blocks where murder was good business
This for the trenches, all my niggas and pretty bitches (Yeah)
And gangsters worldwide ridin' 'round with
Them switches (Butcher comin', nigga)
I had to block them hoes when I had that bread to get
Then made her eat her friend pussy, you had to beg the bitch
They wanna know how I became a millionaire so quick (How?)
Project baby, raised off milk and eggs from WIC
Before you ever heard of Butch, I was low-key rockin'
Whole-key coppin', straight drop, ain't no re-rockin'
Before them out-of-town shows, I was OT coppin'
Had packs jumpin' out New York like they OB toppin'
Three foreigns in a year, I'm gettin' fat off this dough
And lappin' niggas, so I'm still burnin' calories though
She fuckin' bruh, but I won't never get mad at the bro
She fucked the team, she probably gettin' a reality show
They call me Benzi the Butcher when I'm veerin' in this whip
And I be starin' at your bitch like I'm starin' at a brick
Hood nigga, so it's really not aware to me I'm rich
I might be wearin' all this shit at a charity event, uh
I hear all these hoes sayin' they fuck nigga free
But what they really mean is they fuck niggas free, how?
When I made a quarter million bucks in a week
And my bitch push that new Bimmer truck through the streets, uh
Rumors in the city, I ain't put nobody on
Luvy just finished his deal, he ain't on shit with me and Drama
Ricky on Breakfast Club pissin' everybody off
I'm chillin', gettin' fifty somethin' a night on a tour
So if it was really on, I would've spit back already
Got your men clapped already, I had y'all gift-wrapped already
I'm into gettin' money though, I been after cheddi
'Cause BSF really stand for Ben Stackin' Fetti
It's Butch
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