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Blood Money
by Benny the Butcher
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Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame me like I'm the one
Who passed out the Glocks
I wanted in ever since I seen
My dad count a knot
With my eyes close I see scales and digit's
Witness the brief hell in prison
The details is vivid
Low price from coke white
I see shells I'm flippin'
Stayed home, but I sent a female to get it
I coach her like I'm
Pete Carroll, "Be careful, listen
Hurry up back so I can V-12 the engine"
I'm starvin', real shit
My whole family have nots
I want a ticket like I'm
Sittin' in a handicap spot
Respect ours, GxFR, I'll let this TEC off
What you know about collect calls
Home to your stressed moms? I'm slept on
But always kept raw that you could step on
Whole brick'll take a hit like Gloria Estefan
Electric stove got the dough pilin'
Money on the floor with three 4's
On us like the Hov' album
I'm the best and put out no albums (word)
The streets awful
Close friends'll cross you quicker
Than the old Allen
But on my court, it ain't no foulin'
I got your hoe stylin'
Somewhere off the coast eatin' smoke salmon
I said a prayer, lookin' up to MachineGun
Dead silent, all I heard was
The money machine hum, uhh
I been a Don since the 2nd grade
These muh'fuckers gon' respect the blade
The Butcher, nigga
I'm a head huntin' renegade
I'll put my dutch out in your lemonade
We pioneers of our time
I'm goin' out as a legend
Endorsed by the streets without
A radio record
With more skills than top tier niggas
Ain't have to F 'em i do this for my niggas
Who sentencin' with a letter
Y'all pillow talk with these bitches
I'm blockin' they calls
I fuck up and talk shit like
I'm not in the wrong
I blew a cheque on Rodeo I got from the tour
That got me feelin' too bouchie
To shop in the mall, hah
Griselda get the blood money, nigga
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame me like I'm the one
Who passed out the Glocks
I wanted in ever since I seen
My dad count a knot
With my eyes close I see scales and digit's
Witness the brief hell in prison
The details is vivid
Low price from coke white
I see shells I'm flippin'
Stayed home, but I sent a female to get it
I coach her like I'm
Pete Carroll, "Be careful, listen
Hurry up back so I can V-12 the engine"
I'm starvin', real shit
My whole family have nots
I want a ticket like I'm
Sittin' in a handicap spot
Respect ours, GxFR, I'll let this TEC off
What you know about collect calls
Home to your stressed moms? I'm slept on
But always kept raw that you could step on
Whole brick'll take a hit like Gloria Estefan
Electric stove got the dough pilin'
Money on the floor with three 4's
On us like the Hov' album
I'm the best and put out no albums (word)
The streets awful
Close friends'll cross you quicker
Than the old Allen
But on my court, it ain't no foulin'
I got your hoe stylin'
Somewhere off the coast eatin' smoke salmon
I said a prayer, lookin' up to MachineGun
Dead silent, all I heard was
The money machine hum, uhh
I been a Don since the 2nd grade
These muh'fuckers gon' respect the blade
The Butcher, nigga
I'm a head huntin' renegade
I'll put my dutch out in your lemonade
We pioneers of our time
I'm goin' out as a legend
Endorsed by the streets without
A radio record
With more skills than top tier niggas
Ain't have to F 'em i do this for my niggas
Who sentencin' with a letter
Y'all pillow talk with these bitches
I'm blockin' they calls
I fuck up and talk shit like
I'm not in the wrong
I blew a cheque on Rodeo I got from the tour
That got me feelin' too bouchie
To shop in the mall, hah
Griselda get the blood money, nigga
