We Here
Black Soprano Family
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F*ck them other niggas, shit My biggest opp was patience Another six figures on a table I can taste it Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch This Rollie like a bracelet Everythin' residual I'm out here gettin' placements Unc' was in the kitchen with The pots and the Mason My fate 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 must knew a nigga facе it I took two to miss some 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 f*ck or a spaceship I never seen this kind of Money workin' on a dayshift Two hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud What I wasted My dream was right in front of me I got up and I chased it Bitch, it's Ricky, yo Ayo, hustle for a cause, so I'm ignorin' cost Dirty text All bitches waitin' on me to respond Underground king, but I got hit's Like Chaka Khan And a hundred hoes tryna introduce Me to they mom I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs When they smell a line I don't mix every niggas stories When I'm tellin' mine But I might got a lick for yours When I'm sellin' mine Uh, don't f*ck with the split Then never mind a nigga once told me the Same and he fell behind I came in this world way beyond my time And then put in more work in Than all these niggas combined Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math By the time they catch up I'll be on to another bag In the back of the Benz And I'm lettin' burden blast Pourin', if it's stretched Fill it up my glass I might not come in first But it won't be last If all else fails, I'm gon' need another mask But, I ain't one of them niggas That's always been want cash That's why y'all be stayin' out the Way in this bucket of crabs Trackhawk off the lot 'cause I fucked up the Jack 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 leathered 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 balls 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 Labels send another check Spend it all on peace it's the mob, nigga Few shooters and hard dealers I spent nights thinkin' 'bout Life with scarred killers We all villains, no fillers, I'm Mike Thriller I'm tryna moonwalk on money and white tennis My life menace, black Glocks and white Lennon I come from bad blocks Where murder was good business This for the trenches Help my niggas and pretty bitches And gangstas worldwide Ridin' round with them switches 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 project baby Raised off milk and eggs from wick 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 Obi 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' bro But I won't never get mad at the bro She f*ck the team She probably get in a reality show They call me Benzy 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 a way to me I'm rich i might be wearin' all this Shit at a charity event I hear all these hoes Sayin' they f*ck-nigga free But what they really mean is They f*ck niggas free When I made a quarter-million bucks in a week And my bitch pushed that new Beamer truck through the streets Uh, rumors in the city, I ain't put nobody on Lovey just finished his deal Heem on shit with me and Dram' Ricky on Breakfast Club Pissin' everybody off i'm chillin' Gettin' fifty-somethin' tonight on the tour So if it was really on I would've spint back already Got your mint clapped already I had y'all gift-wrapped already I'm into gettin' money though I been at this cheddy 'Cause BSF really stand for Been Stackin' Fetti, it's the Butch, nigga
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Written by: DARIUS GRAYSON, DEMETRIUS RONDALE JACKSON, JEREMIE SCORPIO PENNICK, RAHEEM ALLAH TROTTER JR.
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