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Benny The Butcher - Thowy's Revenge Instrumental
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

This shit really that simple (Griselda) Ain't nobody fuckin' with me and Uncle Al Ha-ha-ha Discussin' business with the gang, nigga I be fuckin' bitches in my chain A couple killers I got tamed, nigga Know the fundamentals of the game I'm up on niggas, you ain't fuckin' with us so enough of jumpin' in my lane (stop it) I went from hustlin' to the stage when West put me up a level in the game, nigga Real brick talk, leave the Benz parked I kicked her out and made the bitch walk What you charge, Benny? Features cost twenty That just mean you niggas ten short I was sick of sittin' in court Judge a white devil with a pitchfork Used to have to call a cab 'round, now a nigga only drive imports Respect is something I can't earn for you But loyalty, I can return to you 'Cause you was there when it was turmoil A nigga still can get burned for you If I'm around I could learn from you Or I got a genuine concern for you Put your homie on, he turn on you No talkin', we purge on you This not for the camera, I fucked her over a banister Only a gangsta could handle her I really trapped all night, stamina Survivin' off Dutches and sandwiches You throw a party, my shooters come cancel it (brrr) My label gon' cover the damages Say I'm the best, it never go to my head but they at my shows all chantin' it I went and got it (I went and got it) I did what they couldn't and I got receipts (look what I did, nigga), ah Since 2018, I had the streets (ask about the Butcher) City introduced me to the game (first) Doug gave me my first square (he did) West showed me the formula (ah) But I'ma make my own self a millionaire, it's facts (my Eastside Buffalo niggas) I did this shit for y'all (understand? My niggas up top) (I ain't forget y'all niggas, man) huh? City introduced me to the game Doug gave me my first square West showed me the formula (yeah) But I'ma make my own self a millionaire (ah) In four years, built the foundation While these hatin' niggas sat around waitin' Tryna do what me and Al makin' Who knew the sound would take us somewhere ground breakin' I could let you niggas have that style, take it (go 'head) I'll switch it up, I had a style waitin' (haha) Up a level, never downgradin' Got it locked down like a child safety lock Back home, I'm like Warren Buffet On MLK with Inf all summers Made it out the hood with no problem With no father and a poor mother I was raised in a dope house, we had sticks in it like we're storing lumber Next, I'm doing Martha Stewart numbers Cook a chicken like I took a course from her (uh) Opps wanna put a fork in ya (yeah) Hoes want child support from ya (I know) Rich niggas that's Porsche lovers on cell blocks wearin' orange jumpers I started from nothin' Fans choosy 'bout the artists I fuck with Too successful for 'em all of a sudden They gon' blame it all on all of this money I went and got it (I went and got it) I did what they couldn't and I got receipts (look what I did, nigga), ah Since 2018, I had the streets (ask about the Butcher) City introduced me to the game (first) Doug gave me my first square (he did) West showed me the formula (ah) But I'ma make my own self a millionaire (Yo, man, I'ma tell y'all motherfuckers in here) (Niggas be talkin' 'bout) (Talkin' this rap shit, don't be saying my name) (The Butcher comin', nigga) huh? (Nobody tell me shit like that) City introduced me to the game (yeah) Doug gave me my first square West showed me the formula But I'ma make my own self a millionaire (ah)
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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