India
Benny the Butcher, Elcamino
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Yo, turn me up some yeah Ayo, you gotta respect my shit You know what I mean? I been silent for so long Ayo, Beave, I been that nigga For so long, you heard, bro? I been real, I been thorough for so long Real shit i can't make this shit up The Butcher comin', nigga It's Griselda, nigga griselda Doot doot doot doot doot doot yeah, uh I'm really 'bout this life Y'all niggas play when the drugs come Y'all take what the plug front I pay what the plug want Ask my bitch, I turn a vacay to a drug run She think I'm spendin' money But I just made me a lump sum I remember ridin' down to VA, it was hectic I was 'noid, I was skeptic, if I score Then I'm connected I picked Jeanine to ride with me 'cause she had it perfected i was right She stayed loyal when she took That charge in Texas You know I f*ck with sis Made me feel like I'm a mack She said you sweet talk these hoes And they might bring you stacks See, pimpin' not my thing but just To see where I was at I put two bitches on Backpage In rooms back to back most importantly Indy For the risks she took with me Put a job on the line Now helped turn 5 to 50 And when dough was the object I went broke in the process I even got evicted She kept me low in the projects No matter your condition Always know it's your mindset bounced back Bought her a whip and a bag to go beside that Now tell me I ain't hustlin' Feel like I'm back in the kitchen They fuckin' up the work They call me back and I fix it I'm still a dope man Don't you never forget this Before them Sway freestyles The cartels showed interest You hit my line, I hit you Back, you want a 9, i get you that Don't pay on time, that get you Taxed, I miss a dime, they get you whacked When Josh got shot The rest of us was at a meeting That I didn't call him for What the f*ck was I thinkin'? I did the same thing to Streets and He got knocked with the strap Moral of the story is don't leave nobody back Couple weeks before a tour In the middle of a war Opps feelin' like they up and I Done been through this before I got secrets I can't tell I got demons in my closet I can't remember faces of the People we done got with fans tryna greet me Come and meet me 'cause I'm poppin' They reachin' out to dap me I'm reachin' for my rocket, ah I'm rollin' up stresses, smoke a blunt or two I swear you don't know what I'm goin' through I been through hell and back It's what I'm goin' through They see my Rollie But they don't know what I'm goin' through All these bands on me that I be blowin' through And all these bitches I be goin' through I swear they don't know What I'm goin' through I swear they don't know What I'm goin' through They got used to handouts I always will stand out My own cloth became my own boss That's how you branch out You never put in work With me, then certainly, i can't vouch The trap spot in '03 I ran like a slant route 'Cause I was linked with older niggas Book bag and dough was in it Feds pulled us over with it Chine Gun was my co-defendant Now he gone and I'm copin' with it Before he died, we had a Chat, but before that We ain't spoke a minute It was over shit he did, over shit I said But his last words to me: "Bruh, hold your head", uh My mom got eight kids He was the oldest child And I'm next up, so guess I'm the oldest now So it's only right I hold it down Rap sale blowin' piles Where niggas are generals just Like Colin Powell It's hard bein' genuine when Y'all bein' feminine Like they pick up the trait's of The broads they been chillin' with You ain't Scarface 'cause you sniff Raw through a Benjamin i'm Scarface I really got raw from a immigrant It's more shit I'm goin' through My baby mama trippin' Over bullshit, she told me since the deal I'm actin' different I get back off the road, I don't chill It's back to business I'm doin' shows while my homies Up top ask for visit's Why my man gun jam when he Was tryna clap them niggas? The case still open So I can't get that specific I used to trap with a brick on a plate Stackin' digit's traded that in for this So that made me sacrilegious I'm rollin' up stresses, smoke a blunt or two I swear you don't know what I'm goin' through I been through hell and back It's what I'm goin' through They see my Rollie But they don't know what I'm goin' through All these bands on me that I be blowin' through And all these bitches I be goin' through I swear they don't know What I'm goin' through I swear they don't know What I'm goin' through
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Written by: DEMETRIUS ROBINSON, DEMETRIUS RONDALE JACKSON, JEREMIE PENNICK
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