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BENNY THE BUTCHER、J. Cole - Johnny P's Caddy
Yeah you know
Tana Talk 4 this sh*t mean a lot to me know what I mean
You know this sh*t 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 sh*t made me what I am today
N**gas know I went so hard for this sh*t
I deserve this sh*t n**ga Ah
The Butcher coming n**ga
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 n**gas
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**k you doing'
They showin' fake racks in pictures
Like that's gon' attract the b**ches
That was really me n**ga
I ain't have to act in Conflicted Nah
Only difference is I'm living'
And I would've whacked one of 'em n**gas
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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t gon' always stick with me
They wanna know
What I brought to Griselda I say Validity
They askin' What work y'all n**gas 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 n**ga
Ah let's go
'Bout time that I got my respect it's the Butcher n**ga
Yeah Cole f**kin' World
Griselda sh*t you know what I mean Griselda
You know what it is n**ga when I show up
I'm on ten n**ga not nine
On the night I was born the rain was pouring' 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 lying'
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 n**gas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lying'
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
N**ga 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 n**gas 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 n**ga 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 n**ga
Yeah Tana Talk