benny the butcher ~ johnny p's caddy (feat. j. cole) {slowed+reverb}

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  • [Intro: Benny the Butcher]
    Yeah, you know?
    Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
    You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
    I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
    I'm straight, though (I'm good)
    This street shit made me what I am today
    Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
    I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
    The Butcher comin', nigga
    [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
    This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches, more 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh-huh)
    In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)
    I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business
    I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
    Come easily? No good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
    It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash, admit it
    And then they make tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (Fuck you doin'?)
    They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
    That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
    Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
    Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
    Annual income, so here's my manual and some
    And this Eastside shit still in me
    My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's talk)
    Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
    The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
    I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (Mm-hmm)
    Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me
    They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
    They askin' "What work y'all niggas put in?", I'm like, "What didn't we?"
    Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
    Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
    Besides Con' and West, tell me, who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)
    'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
    It's the Butcher, nigga
    Ah, let's go
    [Interlude: J. Cole]
    'Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga
    Yeah, Cole fuckin' World
    Griselda shit, you know what I mean? (Griselda)
    You know what it is, nigga, when I show up
    I'm on ten, nigga, not nine
    [Verse 2: J. Cole]
    On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
    Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
    The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
    Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
    Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
    But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin'
    Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
    But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
    Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth
    They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
    Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof
    I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
    Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker
    He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
    Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
    I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
    I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
    Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
    Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
    Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
    Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
    Really, no MC equal, feel me?
    Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
    On God, the best rapper alive
    Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
    They'll tell you he never lied, nigga
    [Outro: J. Cole]
    Yeah, Tana Talk
    #bennythebutcher #jcole #tanatalk4 #jonnypscadddy #slowed #reverb #griselda #dreamville
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ความคิดเห็น • 3

  • @2icyy5
    @2icyy5 ปีที่แล้ว +4

    Yeah, you know?
    Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me
    Know what I mean?
    You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (big Griselda)
    I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
    I'm straight though (I'm good)
    This street shit made me what I am today
    Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
    I deserve this shit, nigga (ah)
    Butcher comin' nigga
    This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
    More 'bout how I mastered physics (uh-huh)
    In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (yeah)
    I was nice but they was right when they told me that rap a business
    I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
    Come easily? No good
    Don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
    It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash, admit it
    And then they made tracks
    And diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (fuck you doin'?)
    They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
    That was really me, nigga
    I ain't have to act in Conflicted (nah)
    Only difference is I'm livin'
    And I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
    Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
    Annual income, so here's my manual and some
    And this Eastside shit still in me
    My ability to turn words to imagery
    Prolly the reason they gon' remember me (let's talk)
    Figure we walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
    The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
    I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (mm-hmm)
    Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me
    They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
    They askin' what work y'all niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?"
    Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
    Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
    Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)
    'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
    It's the Butcher, nigga
    Ah, let's go
    'Bout time that I got my respect
    It's the Butcher, nigga
    Yeah, Cole fuckin' World
    Griselda shit, you know what I mean? (Griselda, Griselda)
    You know what it is, nigga
    When I show up
    I'm on ten nigga, not nine
    On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
    Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
    The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
    Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
    Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
    But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin'
    Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
    But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
    Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth
    They feel the pressure, me? I feel like I just left the masseuse
    Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof
    I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
    Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker
    He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
    Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
    I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
    I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
    Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
    Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
    Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
    Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
    Really no MC equal, feel me?
    Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
    On God, the best rapper alive
    Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
    They tell you he never lied, nigga

  • @kiddo7711
    @kiddo7711 2 ปีที่แล้ว +4

    rylo rodriguez - dead people?