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Benny The Butcher - Tana Talk 4 Album Lyrics



Benny The Butcher - Tana Talk 4 Lyrics






Johnny Ps Caddy

[Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
I'm straight, though (I'm good)
This street shit made me what I am today
Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga

[Benny the Butcher]
This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches, more 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)
I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
Come easily? No good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
It's like they put out a smash thеn they gone in a flash, admit it
And then thеy make tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (F*ck you doin'?)
They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
Annual income, so here's my manual and some
And this Eastside shit still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's talk)
Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (Mm-hmm)
Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
They askin' "What work y'all niggas put in?", I'm like, "What didn't we?"
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West, tell me, who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)
'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, nigga
Ah, let's go

[J. Cole]
'Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga
Yeah, Cole f*ckin' World
Griselda shit, you know what I mean? (Griselda)
You know what it is, nigga, when I show up
I'm on ten, nigga, not nine

[J. Cole]
On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin'
Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really, no MC equal, feel me?
Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
On God, the best rapper alive
Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
They'll tell you he never lied, nigga

[J. Cole]
Yeah, Tana Talk
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Writer: Jermaine Lamarr Cole, Jeremie Pennick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Back 2x

Ah, ayo, from now on
Niggas got to call me the Pyrex man (ah, ayo, yo, yo)
I gotta stamp that shit
Niggas tryna take my shit
Mr. Pyrex Man, that's me, nigga (ah, ayo)
Feel what I'm sayin'?
The Butcher, nigga (ayo)
I know what y'all want
Y'all want me back on that Daringer shit, nigga
I know what y'all niggas want
Mr. Pyrex Man (The Butcher comin', nigga)
You know what I do with a fork, nigga (ah)
Yo, uh-huh

I'm eatin' caviar off ciabatta that's chopped in (uh)
When I quit, the guys I fed off narcotics done got slim (uh-huh)
My style mixed with Boldy James now and 2Pac then (then)
Don't compare me to no nigga that's not in the top ten (don't do that)
And all that weird rapper shit (uh-huh)
And they not near half as this (me?)
Be in my ear cappin' while I'm focused on the tier after this
Put out a number one, then another one less than a year after it (uh-huh)
I'm humble, but you f*ckin' bums should be somewhere practicin' (nigga)
These Cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous
I swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this shit
Square packages, I stepped on 'em, StairMaster bricks
Then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks (ah)
Uh, this one for the family no matter what awards they hand me (Sopranos)
I went and spent another buck on some water I can call a Grammy (nigga)
I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like Gordon Ramsey (haha)
Agents make sure they payin' me, my trap like a Morgan Stanley
For niggas knew what happened, I was on Montana with white
Arm & Hammer with ice, connected like Joe Montana and Rice
Scanners and lights, you value your team? You payin' 'em right? (You payin' 'em right?)
Candid advice, you gon' need 'em when they read the Miranda rights, yeah (real shit)
The first day my dog got his whip, we was smokin' in it (smokin' in it)
He had a Glock on his hip, thirty plus shots was loaded in it
I told him, "Go and tint it," he said, "F*ck that," had no intentions (f*ck that)
'Cause when he pull up slow with switches, he want 'em to know he did it, uh (uh)

We brought it back, back (we brought it back)
I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back)
Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back)
Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back
(I bet he, brrrt, bah, bah, woo)
Back, back (go)
We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came back, back)
Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back
I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brrrt, bah, bah)

Was cooking cocaine in designer
I turned seventeen ounces to thirty-nine
Watched big homie lay that shit up on the heat like Harold Miner
I just dropped mine on the heat like Kyle Lowry, all the Vlone came from Bari
All the kilos came stamped with a balloon, it's time to party (woo)
Drivin' sixes in the sun with that rocket, I think I'm Barkley (woo)
And I ain't bring a chip home (nah)
Bitch, I brought a brick home (yeah)
Did it off the flip phone (ah)
Had the feds in there tip-toein' (woo)
I left some dirty pots and a note that said, "I been gone" (woo)
I been hit that number, bitch, I been up, bitch, I been on (bitch, we been on)
We was worth six figures on them barbershop steps
Was cookin' hard with my left (left)
Parallel parkin' my Lex'
Hear the barkin' from them bundles, had that dog food on deck
Now my last check look like I play for the Nets
But we ain't breakin' no sweat
We in the rental, 'bout to freeze
Don't you turn up the degrees, it's a brick in the vent
Stove (Stove)

We brought it back, back (we brought it back)
I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back)
Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back)
Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back
(I bet he, brrrt, bah, bah, woo)
Back, back (go)
We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came back, back)
Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back
I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brrrt, bah, bah)
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick, Aaron Cooks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network




Super Plug

Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Let's go, hahaha
Uh, Benny, Uncle Al
(Alchemist) ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know me right? (My kinda shit right here, ya know?)

I keep it real with everything I do (everything I do)
And everything I say (everything I say)
On everything I love (every thing I love)
My only wish was get my niggas rich (get my niggas rich)
Hold my family down (hold my family down)
And find the plug, yo (and find the plug, ha)

I made it ugly in these streets
They talkin' cuter on these records (what?)
Pull his tool out my boot when y'all gon' shoot towards the exit (I know, exit)
When you raw compressin', you might look at a new car
A watch or a new loft as a few small investments
My team was like a crutch to me, I use y'all for leverage (my niggas)
We used to share clothes, now a suit cost a Lexus
The line hot, they wanna hear the truth on the records
Since I blew more, the feds got threw off direction (ah)
I'm too smart to catch me in a two-part confession (not me)
The jail cells grew on, let's do our profession (ah)
They want my supplier but he flew off to Texas (flew off to Texas)
They identified the bosses through y'all possessions
Last two years, I been runnin' through all contestants
Four pound of dragon, shit chew off your vests (brrt)
Back flip a opp, blow his shoe over fences (ah)
And you ain't get shot but you caught the message (yeah, yeah)

I keep it real with everything I do (everything I do)
And everything I say (everything I say)
On everything I love (on everything I love)
My only wish was get my niggas rich (get my niggas rich)
Hold my family down (hold my family down)
And find the plug (and find the plug, yeah, yeah)
I had to turn that one to two (that one to two)
Turn that two to three (turn two to three)
And turn that to a dub (turn it to a dub, ah)
My only wish was get my niggas rich (get my niggas rich)
Hold my family down (hold my family down)
And find the plug (and find the plug, ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go

I went all in with this shit 'cause I got caught up in it quick
I drove it back six hours with my daughter in the whip
Ask Bundy, he'll tell you since them steak dreams, I been hungry
All this paper on the line, got my nerves all jumpy, yeah (annoyed)
Caught my first case and had to move into my pop's house
That ain't stop shit, I stashed work in my pop's couch
That same year, they kicked me out of school, no, I dropped out (I dropped)
Another case, I chopped out, a lawyer and I copped out
Oh shit, I been on since like the old Clipse
Sixteen hour road trip for the whole brick
Pass the toast and tell my lil' bitch, "Have that stove lit"
I'ma trap out this whole shit 'long as dough print (ah)
You get advice from war from a nigga that you know bitch (know bitch)
I'm sittin' down with lords who got it in, they been known hits (grrt)
Ain't no awards for these broads and these coke flips
Niggas want my crown (yeah), they put it on, but it don't fit

I keep it real with everything I do (everything I do)
And everything I say (everything I say)
On everything I love (everything I love)
My only wish was get my niggas rich (get my niggas rich)
Hold my family down (hold my family down)
And find the plug (and find the plug, yeah, yeah)
I had to turn that one to two (that one to two)
Turn that two to three (turn two to three)
And turn that to a dub (turn it to a dub, ah)
My only wish was get my niggas rich (get my niggas rich)
Hold my family down (hold my family down)
And find the plug (and find the plug)
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Weekends in the Perrys

You gotta talk to niggas in the language they can understand
It's crazy I got Al up this late, ha
Ayo, some shit you ain't gon' never change, so don't worry 'bout it
It's the way it always been
Real shit though

Yo, word to every block in my city, they heard I got it
And my track record certainly show I deserve the homage (uh)
And they refer to my shit like Malcolm X, words of knowledge
Cookin' coke, burnin' product was only a learnin' process (had to learn)
Steppin' on a brick of fentanyl 'fore you heard about it (me)
And my phone used to ring so much you get nervous 'round me (me)
Cut ties with the game, the same shit that certified me
All my clientele gone, miss the customer service by me
Yeah, they just like me, all my pie flippers
Ties to Virginia like Teddy Riley, since rap I been treadin' lighty (uh-huh)
They mad I'm back rappin' 'bout dope again, never mind me (f*ck it)
The pressure from my pen made them rap a lil' better, finally
They crooked, bendin' the rules, rappers I considered 'em cool
But when you talkin' most authentic, then who gon' fit in my shoes? (Who?)
I'm livin' my truth, sky is the only limit I knew
From drug dealin' to music, I mean, what didn't I do? (What?)
Who didn't I put on? Took Ls and then I regroup (I regroup)
On a shoestring budget, I showed them what I could do (yeah)
Ask Jake and ask Cap 'bout the bosses that I produced
I'm West best investment, but that's between me and you, ah

Always been that way (that's how it always been)
Come on, that shit ain't never gonna change
Just gonna continue straight ahead
And that's the one thing that's never gonna change
The way things have always been

Had to quit blazin' cigarettes (uh-huh)
Was two-timin' my dame, I'm a bigamist
But the gang half of the blame, I live with regret (yeah)
My brain a bit of a wreck
All this stress and strain left it disconnect (whoa)
Cheffin' up all the 'caine in that kitchenette (skrrt)
Acquainted with big as X who filthied up my name just to split a check (whatever)
Feel like I been betrayed by my silhouette (yeah), mistakes was made to correct
How I deal with the fame made me get upset (ayy)
Treated the same way that I lived with death, shit weighin' a nigga down
Refrainin' from different stages of self-neglect
Give me chills in my veins, takin' whatever's left (whoa, cold)
From everything that was tooken in blatant disrespect
For good, better, best, wouldn't trade it for less (whatever)
Took everything that came with it, and that came with a check (big money)
But yet and still a nigga rich off pain and depressed
Chasin' a letterhead, ain't got a case to catch
David Blaine with the press, tame the dog and made it fetch
What else?

Come on, that shit ain't never gonna change
It's been goin' on since the beginning of time
And that's the one thing that's never gonna change
The way things have always been
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick, James Clay Jones II
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




10 More Commandments

Ayo, make my shit sound godly
Like that
Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda)
I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets)
It's all in your mindset (yo)
Let's go, be free

Soon as they let me eat, knew the streets was my expertise (uh-huh)
I kept discreet contacts with my connect, so they let me eat (uh-huh)
A rapper, but I was a drug trafficker 'fore I left the streets
These ten more crack commandments, Frank White, rest in peace (ah)
Number twenty gotta be to make sure
That you count the money (you got to, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense)
Singles and fives under hundreds, we call that bankroll a dummy
I been on both sides of that, made a smooth relationship ugly (I did)
When dealin' with a true connect, my first goal is get you to trust me (uh)
Nineteen is don't ever burn the plug, dawg, that's silly shit (silly shit)
I had to mention it since this one wasn't on Biggie list
He knew y'all would have a hard time comprehendin' it
I mean, riskin' six figure business for pennies is kinda ridiculous (stay down)
Eighteen, you better test that work before you buy it
Yeah, of course, they gon' say it's fire (of course)
But you know these niggas be lyin' (I know, I know, niggas is frontin')
Me and Fonz was OT with eighty racks, but that's on the driver (two-thirty)
Drove back with the money 'cause when the fiend tried it, he up and denied it (uh)
Seventeen, take care of the people around you
They only appreciate how you (ayo, if everybody ain't eatin')
Value loyalty when they eatin' beside you (then you gon' get ate)
You a worker, the boss wouldn't be here without you (nope)
You do the dirty work from the first to the thirty-first
But I see they forgot you (not me)
Sixteen hard for niggas, but you gotta stack (stack)
You got some racks, soon as your name started buzzin', you got attached (chill)
You should be spendin' that money on re-in' up and not in Saks (real estate)
It's only cool bein' dressed in designer if your dollars match (real estate)

Fifteen a good one, listen, most people confused
How we spend our money on whips and jewels, they think we fools (let me break it down)
Went from a drug dealer's view, buy a Benz or a chain or two
Go broke then sell everything, in a week, you'll be back like new (mh)
So basically, f*ck all that spendin' on clothes and trickin' on hoes (f*ck all of that)
Only buy shit that can be sold
'Cause you gon' need a plan B if your trap phone startin' to get cold
If somethin' happen to your plug and your bills startin' to get old (damn)
Fourteen, just lead by example, nigga
'Cause you could be richer, but my hand don't equal triple the financial difference
Thirteen tricky, B.I.g. Couldn't even approach it
When he was slingin' and totin', this wasn't even a focus
No social media postin' (uh-uh), greedy emotions
Niggas chase fame and not the money, that's broke shit, y'all be on ho shit
Rule number twelve, I know this one a little too well
Stand for somethin' or fall for anything (anything), respect is like a sheild (uh-huh)
You gotta go wherever this shit takin' you if you for real (why you doing what you doing?)
Play for keeps, use your steel, and hopefully, you shoot to kill (brrt)
Eleven the most important, somewhere on our way, we lost it
Tossin' rocks at prisons, married the game, it's hard to divorce it (uh-huh)
From a hustler to another, not to interfere with your business (nah)
But since I'm here for this one, I gotta be crystal clear with you niggas (uh)
The first chance you get, you better get out this shit (nigga)
Them old stories how you was gettin' dough won't amount to shit
Can't feed your child with it (at all) when they come wearin' jackets with alphabets
Look around, the smart hustlers the only ones 'round here rich (yeah)
Get out the game, rap niggas, hope y'all don't get no ideas
You gotta live the way I lived to talk the shit I just did
Ten more crack commandments, ah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Check this out, it's all in the mindset, you know
It's all in the mindset
Can't judge people for how they got it
My daddy used to be a hustler, you feel me?
But, like, we a different generation, a different time
We ain't gotta repeat the past, the crack era
And do what we did before, you know what I'm sayin'?
We one of the world's most valuable commodities
That's Black culture, baby
We all legal now
We just gotta stick together and unify
F*ck all the bullshit, get back to love, that Black love
You know what I'm sayin'?
We are the original man, the Black man is God
And the Black woman gave birth to the Black man
You can imagine what she is
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Tyson vs. Ali

Tyson vs. Ali (Ali)
Tyson vs. Ali
Everybody wanna know who would be better, Tyson or Ali (Tyson vs. Ali)
Yo, uh

They compare the greatest to the greatest like Boston vs. the Lakers
Question, do your legacy rest dependin' on where you rank
Amongst the current and the late? If so, I feel like I'm straight
But rappin' and sellin' weight, I just had them genetic traits
Or do people really care? Do they just wanna hear the music?
So confusin', y'all compare two niggas from the same movement
Only for y'all amusement, it's funny for me, y'all do it (that shit is funny to me)
Truth is, while I'm killin' this shit, Conway be somewhere rootin' (uh)
Y'all niggas still sound the same, put out somethin' exclusive (uh)
Need a hundred more soldiers, the word out that I'm recruitin' (The Butcher comin', nigga)
We throw so many clips, that way, we can make movers (brrt)
Brick in the car three lanes away from a state trooper
Where I'ma be in twenty years? I ain't looked that far ahead yet
Workin' overtime, doc' said I should stop, get my leg rest
I made dope re-rock and stretch with a gram press
Made more than a med tech, payin' double for head taps (doot, doot, doot)
The bigger the paper, the longer the conversation (what you talkin' 'bout?)
Played in the streets where the locks never come with no combination
If I let you get some money, don't f*ck up the operation
You know hood rules apply when it come to this kind of gangster
So your bitch a bottle girl with a gullible occupation
Told her about Buffalo, now she wonder when I'ma take her
Ain't no tellin' what other rapper she f*cking, so I don't chase her (uh-uh)
She down to do anything for a couple more operations, huh (ah)
Tana Talk 4, I'm handin' out raw
You in the slammer by law, I never abandon my boy
They askin' am I street? My track record standin' like Floyd
I'm more street than y'all, the f*ck I gotta answer y'all for? The butcher, nigga

Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali (ah)
Tyson vs. Ali
They compare the legends to the legends, the icons to the greats
In my case, feel like I'm on pace, nigga
Tyson vs. Ali (ah)
Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali
They compare the legends to the legends, the icons to the greats
Crowd go crazy soon as they see my face (uh, look)
Tyson vs. Ali

Ayo, Benny, I remember what we used to do to the fiends (remember that?)
That's why it feel so good to see you doin' your thing (I see you)
Don't get distracted by the noise, don't let it ruin your thing (f*ck them niggas)
They tried to pick you off, but that's really a movin' screen (hold up, listen)
Uh, you and your team gon' see like two or three rings (ah)
Win that MVP trophy, that's such a beautiful thing (yeah)
My bitch don't do the Gucci bag, she usually do the Celine
Sold pills in the trenches, that's pharmaceutical cream, ah (talk to 'em)
Yeah, now those deals worth a mil' or more
The DeLeon spill and pour (uh-huh), I got this rap shit in a figure four
You figure for niggas
Westside, Daringer, me, and Benny, y'all lookin' at the illest four
Niggas that y'all seen in ten years or more (woo)
I mean, you lookin' at the team with the winnin' score (ah)
F*ck them niggas, kill 'em all
We was in the kitchen whippin' soft
A nigga life changed though when he got that brick of fentanyl (talk your shit, Con)
Yeah, it's been like five years of excellence
But it's like they don't respect this shit (they don't respect it)
Had Angie Martinez like, "Who the heck is this?"
With no album out, gave Mary J.
a hundred thousand dollar necklace, so effortless (hahaha)
I'm buyin' drip, the tailor takin' my measurements
Michelin star brunch, Machine been settin' precedents (I'm eatin' good, man)
Russian Cream, La Maquina, Butcher Breath in it (uh-huh)
Tell B Dot I said, "F his list", Machine, bitch

Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali (ah)
Tyson vs. Ali
They compare the legends to the legends, the icons to the greats
In my case, feel like I'm on pace, nigga
Tyson vs. Ali (ah)
Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali
Tyson vs. Ali
They compare the legends to the legends, the icons to the greats
Crowd go crazy soon as they see my face (uh)
Tyson vs. Ali
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick, Desmond Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Uncle Bun

Huh
Huh
Yeah

Ayy, yeah, I just bought a kilo from my dawg in B-Lo
Mixing fentanyl with diesel
That shit they selling clogging needles
Niggas switch, so I don't talk to people (uh-uh)
Two clips, that's enough shots for you and your alter ego (yeah, uh)

Flight coming in from Puerto Rico
Landing on the east coast
Nigga, and I don't drive cars with keyholes
Y'all niggas just gettin' fresh and y'all talkin' fashion
I'm a veteran, Dior letterman with the army patches
Turn my every summer run to a comfortable number one
I become elite, underground king like I'm Uncle Bun

Another run, nigga, we got rich off the right vision
To get the squares from here to there was a light mission
I planned it and all I had was a flight ticket
When I landed, I took advantage of the price difference
Listen, nigga, I got a hand that could write scriptures
But y'all take the stand and land me in tight fences
F*ck a life sentence, pray God hand me the right riches
And turn this one brick to a family of white bitches, uh

These the results you get when you the reason the culture shift
Don't believe in that vulture shit, had to feed my associates
I make sure everybody eat, yeah, I think like a socialist
Million dollar empire from a piece of a broken brick, uh

You know these hoes ain't shit so I cheat and don't commit
I'm rich, I just can't go to sleep with a broken bitch
Loaded fifth, press a button and the scope focus quick
And the clip longer than the script from a motion pic

I sold dope to a fiend while she pregnant, emotionless
I'm not a case worker, that's not a reason I sold the shit
Who cared I wore hand-me-downs too big for my clothes to fit?
Who cried for me when my relatives stole from me for a hit?
Look, these lames still caught up 'cause my name's still brought up
In top five convo from Langfield to Gainesville, Florida

I remember vividly
Trappin' with my toes cocked
Bagging up in dope spots, junkies on the floor
These niggas ain't real as me
And it ain't a close shot
I don't f*ck with no opps, buryin' 'em all
Million dollar tendencies
All I do is show stop
Tractor trailer coke drops, I done seen it all
I'm ballin' 'til infinity
Catch me at the boat dock
We ain't boarding no yachts, just unloading raw, uh
I remember vividly (ah)
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick, Justin Christopher Harrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Thowys Revenge

This shit really that simple (Griselda)
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me and Uncle Al
Hahaha

Discussin' business with the gang, nigga
I be f*ckin' bitches in my chain (nigga)
A couple killers I got tamed, nigga
Know the fundamentals of the game (nigga)
I'm up on niggas, you ain't f*ckin' with us
So enough of jumpin' in my lane (stop it)
I went from hustlin' to the stage
When West put me up a level in the game, nigga
Real brick talk, leave the Benz parked
I kicked her out and made the bitch walk
What you charge? Benny feature costs twenty
That just mean you niggas ten short
I was sick of sittin' in court
Judge a white devil with a pitchfork
Used to have to call a cab 'round, now a nigga only drive imports
Respect is something I can't earn for you
But loyalty I can return to you (yeah)
'Cause you was there when it was turmoil
A nigga still can get burned for you
If I'm around I could learn from you
Or I got a genuine concern for you
Put your homie on, he turn on you
No talkin', we purge on you
This not for the camera, I f*cked her over a banister
Only a gangsta could handle her
I really trapped all night, stamina (uh)
Survivin' off Dutches and sandwiches (uh)
You throw a party, my shooters come cancel it (brrt)
My label gon' cover the damages
Say I'm the best, it never go to my head
But they at my shows all chantin' it, uh

I went and got it (I went and got it)
I did what they couldn't and I got receipts, ah (look what I did, nigga)
Since 2018, I had the streets (ask about The Butcher)
City introduced me to the game (first)
Doug gave me my first square (he did)
West showed me the formula (ah)
But I'ma make my own self a millionaire
It's facts (my Eastside Buffalo niggas)
I did this shit for y'all (know I'm sayin'? My niggas up top)
(I ain't forget y'all niggas, man) huh?
City introduced me to the game (yeah)
Doug gave me my first square
West showed me the formula (yeah)
But I'ma make my own self a millionaire (yeah, ah)

In four years, built the foundation
While these hatin' niggas sat around waitin'
Tryna do what me and Al makin'
Who knew the sound would take us somewhere ground breakin'
I could let you niggas have that style, take it (go 'head)
I'll switch it up, I had a style waitin' (haha)
Up a level, never downgradin'
Got it locked down like a child safety lock
Back home, I'm like Warren Buffet
Or MLK with went in all summers (ah)
Made it out the hood with no problem
With no father and a poor mother
I was raised in a dope house
We had sticks in it like we're storing lumber
Next, I'm doing Martha Stewart numbers
Cook a chicken like I took a course from her (uh)
Opps wanna put a fork in ya (yeah)
Hoes want child support from ya (I know)
Rich niggas that's Porsche lovers on cell blocks wearin' orange jumpers
I started from nothin'
Fans choosy 'bout the artists I f*ck with
Too successful for 'em all of a sudden
They gon' blame it all on all of this money

I went and got it (I went and got it)
I did what they couldn't and I got receipts, ah (look what I did, nigga)
Since 2018, I had the streets (ask about The Butcher)
City introduced me to the game (first)
Doug gave me my first square (he did)
West showed me the formula (ah)
But I'ma make my own self a millionaire

(Yo, man, I'ma tell y'all motherf*ckers in here)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout
Talkin' this rap shit, don't be saying my name (The Butcher comin', nigga)
Uh (yo, nobody tellin' shit like that)
City introduced me to the game (yeah)
Doug gave me my first square
West showed me the formula
But I'ma make my own self a millionaire (ah)
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick
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Billy Joe

Yeah, nigga
I don't gotta say too much, ah
You know my track record
my, my reputation proceeds itself
(Griselda)
Everything you heard about me might be true, nigga
Real shit (yo)

Sammy Gravano told on bodies, they gave that boy immunity
They give a dope boy life, say we destroyin' communities
I let 'em make me out the villain, I stay poised as Putin be
Y'all tryna do the pigs' job, y'all like the boys in blue to me (that's cops)
I wasn't really good at shit so sellin' poison suited me (dope dealin')
Low income-based livin', my pops avoided schoolin' me (he did)
So how I'm supposed to feel? These hoes ain't usin' me
Makin' choices foolishly
It took a fair case and some more to get through to me (uh-huh)
Streets know I'm activated, don't slack, I get at the paper
I'm one classic from great up amongst these rappers today
But I ain't talked the kind of shit that I'm talkin' 'til I had my weight up (I'm up)
Vino beggin' me to put a hundred slabs on a tractor trailer (uh)
Laughin' at my opps passin' through like, "I'll catch you later", right
I'm drivin' fast, shit like the cast from Talladega Nights

They're comfortable on phones, talkin' work on your line dangerous
I won't sell another brick again 'til I learn sign language (ah)

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed
By the third of the month, I still had the best glass
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad
On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed
By the third of the month, I still had the best glass (I still had that shit, nigga)
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad (ah)

F*ck all the critics, we did it the hard way (facts)
This for the check cashin' spots on Fillmore and Broadway (uh-huh)
I treat my city like Monopoly, sitting on Park Place (Park shit)
The engine in the shit I'm whippin' in fit for a car chase, uh (skrrt)
I'm sick of all these fake bosses and temporary soldiers
I put twenty in a Toyota down in Tempe, Arizona
Rich shit, f*ckin' famous hoes missionary on sofas (huh?)
Thousand dollar suites on jets, flyin' out to meet with my broker
But how it get to this? (How?) Tell me, you ever sleep with a cobra? (You ever did that?)
And get hit with cheap work, you know the powder sink when it's soda
Damn, I counted out at half a million with my eyes closed (with my eyes closed)
'Cause this year I feel like I'm '99 Hov (let's go)
I'm breakin' records, settin' milestones, out in Hawaiian time zones
Nobody cried when they killed Alpo (f*ck all that)

Y'all still on them phones, talkin' work on your line dangerous
I won't sell another brick again 'til I learn sign language, ah

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed
By the third of the month, I still had the best glass
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad
On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed
By the third of the month, I still had the best glass
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad (mh)
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick
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Guerrero

Ah, yeah
Ayo, Diesel, we back, we back, nigga, hahaha
The Butcher coming, nigga (Griselda)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
They know what we did, they know what we do
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Let me tell y'all a little story 'bout me, though, yeah
Yo, ay, look

I was barely known, but see, I bodied every flow
That's when the rubber bands and weight just made me '97 Hov
I been there before my area code, I'm like Harry-O
I been buryin' dough, let's not make this a popularity vote
Who are you? I'm Scarface versus Sosa, I'm both sides
These GOAT lines gon' make you feel like you Rick off a coke line, yeah
I counted out fifty-one bands when the coke dryin'
I'm back in rap, niggas know it's goodnight when it's showtime
Joe Pesci .38 from the movie, it's not a prop though
My dog in a county on Echo Long with a iPhone
All seventy pair Diors, nigga, I got those
Free my cousin Dap, he had Lang feel like he was Chapo
In Cabo ordering dishes, dusting off the cilantro
I waited for my time so long, it felt like the clock broke
Word to Babs, I was fast steady soon as the cops close
In the trap starin' at my reflection in broken bottles
Yeah, thank God I made it and got my money right
I'm famous, so they wonder where would I go on that one-way flight
This is what suit me, I'm a noble, ordering sushi
War paint drippin' on Gucci, but y'all must be from the new streets
Burden of proof me, timeless, Benny, Big Sean and Tunechi
Over the limit with the new piece, blue emerald-cut jewelry
A legend in my city like Sly, it's all in the facts
For my niggas that I lost, I'd trade it all to get back, uh-huh, uh-huh

Ayo, Flip hit a stem, did a wheelie in his wheelchair
Showgirls, mil' worth of jewels, bitch, I'm still here
(bitch, I'm still here) ah
Bitch, I'm still here
Leroy stuffed full Dutch, bitch, I'm still here

Ayo, my dope spot got two Van Goghs in it
Bag a whole chicken, Sly Stallone vicious (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Ayo, the stove's hot (ah), rolls chopped
get chalked up when the pole shot (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
We sold work, I mean a whole lot
Fiends dancing, doing The Wop
Stupid nigga made my phone hot
Linda sniffed and did the robot (ah)
Ayo, came back, testers, giving red top lectures (ah)
Thirty in the clip (boom, boo, boom, boom)
headshots with some extras (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Whole team drip, coca goggles (uh, ah)
Coca goggles on a stretcher
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Bust A Brick Nick

Niggas can't talk this shit like I talk it
'Cause niggas ain't been where I been
I told niggas that like three years ago
Who better than Griselda, nigga? (Hahaha)
Who did it like us, nigga? (Yo, uh)

Niggas say they nice, but don't shake shit up like the Butch' (uh-uh)
I got a movie deal, but chilling, 'cause my real life like a book (uh-huh)
Blue steel knife for the jugg so don't be that life that I took (nigga)
And next time you sneak diss me, just pay me (just pay me)
I'll write the hook (I'll write that shit)
Now look who the bread-earner (earner), the east side Ted Turner
In this business, it's best to stay out your feelings to advance further
Can't shake the bitch, I told her
"I get the neck, but I can't serve ya" (I mean, you can top me off)
She not my type, but her pops the connect, so I can't curve her (damn)
Before a bullet wound, there was shit that permanently hurt me (damn)
In a wheelchair it was hard to smile on my 36th birthday
Being honest, this could be karma I probably deserve in the first place (dumb shit I did)
The shit I'm thinkin' 'bout on the jet that's landing in Burbank (huh)
F*ck rap, we be back plugging whole units the worst case (whole joints)
These jewels on my shirt say, "Bitch, come here, I don't skirt-chase" (at all)
Put us over, and that was my fourth felony, certainly
Got a warning, I be in Lewisburg right now if they search me
Locked in with plugs, so I know that shit y'all coppin' no good (what's that?)
They get the drop (gone), I'm the type to send fiends to shop in your hood
I'm like '95 KG, nigga (what that mean?), I'm with the wolves
But me and Cit,y Mike and Pippen 'fore Rodman got to the Bulls, uh
Before we talk paper, let's make a simple assessment
My little crypto investment was probably triple your necklace
On this episode of Flavor of Love, your bitch a contestant
Said she don't never suck dick the first night, this an exception
Hide the paper somewhere safe, a place them dicks won't expect it
Then calculate how long it's gon' take to get to your weapon (are you strapped?)
No love songs, I kept it gangsta 24/7 (uh-huh)
You crying-ass rappers', label should send y'all niggas to Ellen

Ayo, Butch', let me holla at you, wait, chill, chill (hold up)
Give me one second, nah (hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Y'all niggas like hoes, we can talk when y'all done beggin'
Now, let's talk about this shit that I did to become legend
'Cause the money not enough no more (The Butcher comin', nigga), I want credit (uh-uh)
The money not enough for this, feel like I made too much of it
Seven-figure deal, tell my plug I'm still hustlin' (I'm still hustlin')
Ten-year anniversary, Soprano still bubblin' (huh?)
A Buffalo nigga with a flow nobody f*ckin' with
And the race, I already won, I guess this lap was for victory (uh)
Doing songs with bigger acts and they tell me that's going industry
But look back at my history (look, nigga) for the past five years
It's like my status been tripling, I get back with humility
Make no excuses, came to the conclusion that y'all should hate me (y'all should)
They wanna do this, but my shooters been cutting off water lately
Too rich to incarcerate me on charges, them odds are shaky
The feds watch me get an M on TV like I'm Carson Daly (huh?)
Streets tore me apart, my heart cold like a orphan baby (like an orphan)
The pain a reminder, I feel like these is the scars that made me (made me who I am)
Had my best run when I lost Shape, of course it's crazy (that's my nigga)
I ask God to bring him back, pray he jump out his coffin, maybe (huh?)
In all white like they ain't never sin, but you will never win
How you gon' call me Hollywood, bitch, and you ain't never been?
You know my regimen, CLS Benz that I ain't never rent (uh-uh)
First thing she do is tell a friend if I ever let her in (damn)
They wanna know how I'm up off records that they don't never spin
Another ten steps ahead of them by the time it all settle in
When I drop, rappers f*cked and this time, they dead again
I got a closet full of measuring cups and dead presidents

The Butcher, nigga (Alchemist)
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick
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Mr. Chow Hall

Ayo, this, this Tana Talk 4, right?
So, you know what I mean?
I gotta talk about the shit that's on my mind, the shit I think about

Yo, I feed my team when I'm bringing in work
'Cause that's how leadership work
And I don't trust a fiend 'less his fingertips burnt (uh-uh)
And I don't want no credit for careers that I co-created (nah)
The deals I negotiated, drug dealers I associate with (my niggas)
Nah, (uh-uh), 'cause seven figures what I had to be
Rapper turned down a contract for me?
Now what he make a year is what I stack a week
You brag about your whip, but how? That's a lease (how?)
Spent your down payment at Mr. Chow's on a Tuesday, now that's a feast (let's eat)
Five bands, the cops got in Houston after that shootin' (they took it from me)
They tried to get me to come pick out of a lineup, but I was useless
In the hospital bed shot, them questions they asked, I was clueless
This position that I got as a gangsta, I won't abuse it (nah)
The politicians in my city can't believe I got this off music (how though?)
It's f*cked up that's how y'all view it
Like I'm still dropping off units (huh?)
They say West is the brains (uh-huh), and Benny is the star
Conway the silliest with the bars, well, I couldn't agree more
'Cause I'm on prime time TV fresh off tour in Dior (uh-huh)
And what that- deal was for, my shit was ten times more
And that's no disrespect at all (my nigga)
Shit Conway taught me made me a boss (facts)
And these West's own words
This how he planned it, this what he saw (uh-huh)
That's how he knew not to do that-
They both rich, and I am too, so shit, that advice wasn't wrong
The Butcher, ah
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