[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah
Shit sound crazy, Hit
The Butcher comin', n***a
See the difference is
From me and y'all n***as, I really did this shit though
So I can say what I wanna say, uh
(Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I do this religiously and I don't trust fools in this industry
Mad I came through on a winnin' streak
That's me blastin' through your car auxiliary
They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy
Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin'
It take me back to the corners I solicited on
You know the ratio, when you from the hood, the only place we know
Only three out of ten of us gon' make it though
No President Trump shit, elegant thug shit
Yeah, left on parole, gettin' heroin plugged in
Feelings ain't 'posed to linger, I left without regrets
Numb like anesthesia, feds want me subpoenaed
For n***as chasin' goals that I targetted myself
Some of my best verses, I'm just talkin' to myself
They won't let me live for shit I already did
Every time my opps need medics, the credit hits
I'm like a mirror, not your reflection, the better years
But if you break me, that's bad luck for eleven years
Every time one of us die, I shed a tear
Then look in the sky, I wonder if Heaven there
That was Benny at the height of the pressure and never scared
So the bond that I built with my n***as'll never tear
Only a few in this room, yeah, that's when you rare
Get a million-dollar deal, we used to get rid of squares, hmm
[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]
Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit
Copped the same day and got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference
I'm in it like a taxi, your chick wanna bag me
Huh, push it to the limit
Copped the same day and got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference
I'm goin' over the limit, we never pose for pictures, motherfucker

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Live from the block, we came to remind those who forgot me
I really bagged dope in Versace
Ducked indictments, then got rich, that really shocked me
Even the FBI surprised that they don't got me
They tellin' me I'm sayin' too much, but that's the thing, my shit real
And these rappers playin' too much
Streets taught me, take it easy, never plan too much
Could only move a quarter, then a thousand grams too much
I'm speakin' as a survivor
The load gettin' heavy, I'm reachin' back for my partners
Stuck in them ghettos, that make you feel like a hostage
The ones that speak on my pockets can't imagine doin' a quarter of what I accomplished
Around 2010, trap got raided by the sheriffs
Came home in 2012, tendin' to my marriage
Violated back in '13, broke and embarrassed
2014, I met a plug off of merit
Took my best shot everytime my connect stopped by
My driveway look like a highway rest stop, hmm
You ever been gettin' money, then stopped
'Cause the pressure of gettin' knocked conflicted with Hip-Hop? Hmm
[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]
Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit
Copped the same day and got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference
I'm in it like a taxi, your chick wanna bag me
Huh, push it to the limit
Copped the same day and got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference
I'm goin' over the limit, we never pose for pictures, motherfucker

[Outro]
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)

[Interlude]
Please leave a message after the tone
Ayo, B, this Cecil, yo
Yo, I'ma have your money, man
Why you gotta be sendin' n***as down to the shop though, fam?
You embarassin' me in front of the company, you know what I'm sayin', fam?
I'ma have your lil' fifty thousand, man, I apologize, man
A n***a goin' through somethin' right now
I make, I make sandwiches all day, n***a, come on, man
Don't, don't, don't be too hard on a n***a, man, I mean
Oh by the way I make, I make the best tuna melt there is, n***a
You need to come down to the shop, you know what I'm sayin'?
Instead of sendin' your goonies, they scarin' the white people, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
You, you can't be scarin' the white people, they don't know if it's Black Live Matters or robbery, you know what I mean?
So, y, come on down, fam, we talk it out, I, I got your money, sorry
I got your money, man for real, man
But you remember you made it, n***a
N***a just tryna make it, n***a
N***a, you made it, n***a, you made it