Letra 5 to 50 Benny The Butcher

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US Attorney James Kennedy says ***** is connected to Buffalo's Black Soprano gang
Other members are awaiting sentencing

Ah, the Butcher comin', nigga
Yo

I been sellin' dreams to sleepers, nigga, tell the truth, that's the perfect business
'Cause in the drought, I was payin' double for some work that wasn't even worth the ticket
Plate scrapers, went to work to get it, check my bank statements, probably hurt your feelings
How I'm in every verse admittin' how I work a kitchen like it's Church's Chicken
What you know about takin' bags across state on a half a tank of gas?
The first around ain't a workaround, you gotta hit it twice just to make it last
Take a quarter, you make a quarter, put that together, that'll make a half
When the coke come present it's- matter fact, I ain't tellin' niggas shit
Who are these niggas? I think they all overrated, I think they all are outdated
I'm independent but they think I'm signed to Shady 'cause my jewelry look like I made it
Just got a house, I need a brand new Mercedes, we kickin' ass like DaBaby
I'm on the grind, I link with the plugs that I met, one more time if these labels don't pay me, uh

I remember when I first told my father who I was dealin' with
I'm like, I told him I was dealin' with Benny
And he was like, "Benny from Montana?"
He was like, "Be careful with him"
He was like, "They goin' crazy, that's the H block"

Yo, I ran off the deep end, kicked out my mama house, came back carryin' things in
I'm careful 'cause they give you five for a robbery, but they buryin' kingpins
The real trenches, war with the Feds, nigga, and I'm talkin' real business
For Duffle, was plea to a 20, they forced him to trial, he came back on a pill sentence
These investigations current, nigga, wiretaps got me playin' it safe
Ask Earl Howard 'bout it if you think I'm frontin' 'bout that 20 grand a day
This the only block on the East side where the dope shooters all come and get it
Quarterbackin' plays from a kitchen, how a honor student gon' become a chemist?
At my mom crib havin' flashbacks, ten guns on me like I'm Mad Max
Put the team on with the last batch, but you niggas never gon' be half that
On the road to riches or some jail bars with some niggas that I'll burn in Hell for
Feelin' like the cards was dealt wrong, got my money up and put myself on, motherfucker

Sure enough, a couple months later
It was like 7:30 in the morning
I heard some loud bangin' at the door
Benny went to the window and said, "Bae, it's the police"
I swear my heart dropped

Yo, uh, daydreamin' 'bout my past, zonin' while I'm drivin', hopin' I don't crash
Loyal 'cause you feed 'em, that'll only last long as I'm ballin', Bulls versus the Jazz
And before you niggas ever got some cash, I could put 200 grams on every half
That's another 20 if you do the math, carry zeroes over every time I add
West signed a deal, nigga, I was glad, got me out the hood, I was down bad
Still owe my plug for another half, every time you bring my name up, he get mad
Then I turned my flip phone to a stash, six figures, legal money, that ain't bad
Three-time felon, now I run a business, every plug I ever met, I made 'em cash
'Fore I rode a tour bus, made a fork jump, 30 bands on me, made me sag
I can turn your front door to a drug store, make every kitchen turn into a lab
Man, I hear these drug stories and I laugh, talkin' 'bout the coke sales they never had
Pull up on a nigga, you gon' know the pad, only house with a Bentley on the grass

But everything is different now
Everything is legal, Benny doin' what he love to do
I don't gotta worry 'bout no more police kickin' in our doors
Life is good