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• Artiste: Benny (Rapper)
• Titre: Warehouse 4
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Life's a bitch but we all love her The law hovers quick to bang on 'em like the wrong number Everything on the menu, we got it all covered Old heads send you fingers through the mail like Mitch's lil' brothers Fuck the talkin' let's just kill each other Another year, another pair of Butters Fans love us like grandmothers Hands cut up from slicin' grams, fucked up Feds in the tinted van, run up, hands up I guess I found better ways I stopped watchin' Cops cause they don't show ones who get away I know legends who lost it and I know crackheads with Apple Pay All I know is is I'm going out on 12 like a half a day Youngin's just stack and pray, winnin's a stack away I seen plugs get caught up with packs still had to pay No need to exaggerate, we trap at a rapid rate Mask up, bag it safe, 'cause that shit evaporates (Watch your body) Yeah, look The lick testin' out a new batch Said that he don't feel nothin' Damn near took him two blacks Now we call him Phil Drummond Hit it with the fentanyl, I hope that I don't kill somethin' Makin' sure the numbers good while watchin' Good Will Hunting The streets was beneficial, it tapped in my potential I never thought my callin' would be over instrumentals Now I get a check for it, aimin' at your neck for it Life be really checkers 'cause you sacrificed a chessboard They started yellin' greatness and I started takin' steps towards it I feel like Tim Duncan when they askin' who the best forward You never had to blend in with the creatine to stretch more Now I'm sellin' grizzies out the crib, this a pet store I put my hands together and I pray for the better Real niggas only, ain't shit changed but the weather When life gives you lemons, add some shit to make it better Then sell it to whoever, I'm tryna get this cheddar Motherfucker, uh I hear y'all disses, they better ignore it But if the homies take another chain from niggas they better record I'm fightin' demons, the Devil be bored And sheddin' tears in the house that I thought I could never afford They hear Base and say, "That's the feel" I really had white boy OT and homie, that's the real Every phone call abandoned near I take a lil' off the top like Tyson did Evander ear These hoes sell pace and sell twat I got a paranoid neek that keep peakin' through the mail slot I got flaws but I'm deservin' still On mama, when I learned to cut dope I was a virgin still Had packs before I had snacks 'Caine in my belly button, it was bundles near my ass crack By the grace of God, I'm past drugs I chose rap then I bubble like a fart do in the bathtub Base If you bring the streets home with you the punishment is punitive Carin' for my daughters while I'm runnin' as a fugitive Love this and love that but what's love got to do with it? 'Cause Judas lovin' Jesus ain't stop him from goin' through with it Was loyal to a fault, I would've jumped off the roof for niggas Heard your favorite rapper only gangsta in the music business Got my first half-ounce of crack, even school was different I came back off summer vacation as a youth offender Saw beauty in the strangest things, how is that usual? 'Cause street niggas only get flowers at funerals Eyes closed, mind racin', my thoughts just accelerate Today my brother birthday and it's hard for me to celebrate Probably 'cause my head ain't straight Cut off your arm usin' broke scissors, that's how it feel to lose a close sibling, ah You know my specialty was dope dealin', ah I cut the weight in half like Ozempic It's Butchy