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Artiste:
Benny (Rapper)
Titre:
I Am The Program
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It's P.R.E.M.O. AKA Mr. Spend That Shit Yo, Benny Why you got me up here? You know these niggas don't fuckin' like me I got that dog shit, niggas I got this shit out the mud, and I went to the fuckin' moon, niggas I'm bigger than the fuckin' program I'm the fuckin' program It's Mr. Spend That Shit and Benny The Butcher, and we mobbin' through whatever New York City, stand up Yo, Benny Yeah Griselda, Griselda Yo, my results came the hard way Sometimes you gotta laugh at life The shit I had to sacrifice ain't bigger than my appetite A long way from home, in my cell tryin' to strategize A hustler only flaw is, we get it all and don't be satisfied A brick of dope was 60 when Wes pulled me out the trap to rhyme I ain't goin' back this time That niggas's a mastermind I told J-Rock, the next run you catch, stack this time Now let's put rap aside Who really had to trap or die? 200 on the table, the long way Or, I could stack 'em high I know you see that meme, did Benny really sell packs and why? And if he did, how could he in that weather? Let the facts decide I really did it I stood on that strip, lips chapped and dry Back home for a week, besides the jewels, I ain't pack this time We gon' let the plaque decide Who else got stats this high? Sweatsuit, hoodie on Niggas thinkin' I'm a passerby Till they see that butcher piece The streets I gave back to mine Steady hand like a painter I could've went to barber school I fell out with plugs and rappers that I thought was cool Some, we was homies Other niggas, I was father's too Shay got on his feet after a crisis that I walked him through He did the same for me when I was down, bad barbecue He felt I was his sharpest tool He said, "Nobody hard as you" I just backed it up and made my resume target-proof But being the king full of shit, the throne like the toilet stool It's Butch, niggas Ah Excelsior