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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Francis Miller
Francis Miller
Songwriter
Paul Carrack
Paul Carrack
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo, you know every time I come back, my shit A1 Niggas be like, "Yo, ayo, you saved this rap shit" I be like, "Nah, this rap shit saved me though" (La música de Harry Fraud) uh When niggas said they need less trappers and more poets I kept talkin' to hustlers that's more heroic It's a difference when you rise out the ghetto, come back and grow it The game broke my heart in three places, I never show it Close my eyes and the voice in my eardrums tell me 'fore the Feds come To turn these bread crumbs to a hedge fund Y'all the type to change your life when niggas survive shootings You made it out alive, retired, and drive Uber I laugh at this whole shit, how I captured it so quick, yeah I ran the field with the passion of old Vick Y'all dumb niggas broke 'cause money and accidents don't mix Trafficked my flow just like I'm back to my old tricks Been a young legend, I caught flashes in '06 Buttons on the driver's side make the passenger door flip, yeah I've been gettin' a little too accurate, I need new challenges You know the rules, if you move backwards, then you do calendars For street niggas, I'm the new catalyst, but who fathomed it? My heroes in federal sweat suits and New Balances What's the outcome for niggas like me? Where do I land? I put a Prezi on my wrist when the streets forced my hand Bumpin' into old beef in my city, we spinnin' blocks There's pressure until we get the respect you give your pops Can only name a few rhymers who had it like, "Dude got it" Make a list, huh, and I'm on they heels like shoe polish I let niggas talk all last year, I was too modest Whole gang up and my safe stuffed like a Jew wallet Uh, I pray for block boys who phones doin' 15 hundreds Just to turn the shit he pumpin' into crispy hundreds Yeah, okay, we know it's rap, but don't forget we hustlers And how we used to bag dope up on empty stomachs Uh, the Butcher comin', nigga Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout? Every time I come back, my shit A1 That's why the niggas in the jails fuck with me That's why them niggas in the offices fuck with me Ayo, Fraud, this shit crazy This nostalgic, nigga Shit feel like when Tony met Sosa Ah, this for my niggas, man I been ten toes down, that's why my shit sound like this I ain't make none of this up Big Griselda, Black Soprano Family The Butcher comin', nigga
Writer(s): Francis John Miller, Paul Melvyn Carrack, Rory William Quigley, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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