BANG – Courtney Bell, Royce Da 5’9” and Benny The Butcher

[Courtney Bell]

Bratt

Body

[Courtney Bell verse]

I ain't your average rapper

**** this shit more than passion

This that 9/11 planes crashing

World trade collapsing

Nah this that holy water

I’m fresh up out that well

Know that cup running over D’Usse do say in the holy grail

**** this that Big L

That Pac, Nas, Rakim flow

When flesh God that matrix dodging bullets

I just copped a fully

collar bind the bullies

Cocked it back and pull it

Bang

Killing every rapper

I just built a casket big enough to have them all in

Bodies falling

Blood on my palms

I'm involved with a lot of unsolved murders

We evolve when our involvement teaches us the beauty and struggle

You ain’t one of us then it’s fuck you

So I suggest you keep your distance

Mind your business

Cross that line

You better have them steppers with you

Cause my dogs turned to gorillas

Leave no victim

I can't save you

I just pray you play it safe

‘Cause too many **** die trying to defeat to God

Unfortunate

Never felt pressure til they back beneath the wall

This orphanage

called hip hop need restoring

Pedal to the metal flooring

If it's up, then it's up

We blowing him

Bang

[Royce Da 5’9” Verse]

I pull up rocking the flyest shit right in the car

Im just smashing it

Bang

I made a mill in my sleep and I kept the shit all in my mattress

Bang

I'm why they do all the yapping

I’m at where its all happening

I make it all look immaculate.

Bang bitch bang

Nickel, Courtney, Benny, the bitches

Bang, bang, bang

**** don't really want to tip me

Bang, bang, bang

I pull up rocking the flyest shit right in the car

Im just matching it

I make it all look immaculate

[Benny The Butcher]

Yo

[Royce Da 5’9”]

Bang

[Benny The Butcher verse]

I’m still grinding

**** nothing changed

Big investments

I was giving lessons in a kitchen sweating like a running slave

Sign to BSF

**** come get paid

I'm in Neiman Marcus every other day

Got the Moth whites every colorway

Because I know it hurt to see me stunt

and I gotta make these motherfuckers pay

In courtrooms for them skets

Now I'm in boardrooms with execs

What you'd expect from a street ****

who was taught the boss moves of success

Crawl through and Flex

40 for the watch and for the Cuban

Boy, you a mess

**** when my phone ring, it's a bag

You know when my fork move, it's a check

They want the glory

I want the legacy after it

I showed them it's real when words can heal

My shit like a medicine cabinet

You never was matching it

Your favorite rapper going be irrelevant after this

Just to be rappers, we way too clever

I might run a president after this

I feel like Ye, Jay and Pac

If somebody bought up and packaged it

A little been lottin’

Cause when it's popping, my **** walk up and whacking shit

I wake up early and think about my life and can't believe all of this happening

Its ups in the game

Downs and pains

But I make it all look immaculate

**** I make it all look immaculate

[Royce Da 5’9”

Bang

 

[Royce Da 5’9” Verse]

I pull up rocking the flyest shit right in the car

Im just smashing it

Bang

I made a mill in my sleep and I kept the shit all in my mattress

Bang

I'm why they do all the yapping

I’m at where it’s always happening

I make it all look immaculate.

Bang bitch bang

Nickel, Courtney, Benny, Bitches

Bang, bang, bang

**** don't really want to tip me

Bang, bang, bang

I pull up rocking the flyest shit right in the car

Im just smashing it

I make it all look immaculate

Bang