Everybody Can't Go Album Lyrics by Benny The Butcher

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Jermaines Graduation

All eyes on me, yeah
You know what I mean, Everybody Can't Go
This shit sound like some 'Pac shit
This for us, man, this ain't for everybody
Nah, I do this shit, I'll stand on that shit, man
East Side boys, you know what it is, Everybody Can't Go
Buffalo East Side though
Black Soprano Family, big Griselda
Y'all know my name, y'all watched what I did with this
I don't need a trophy
I am the trophy, I be telling niggas
Yo

There's a story behind that name when they call me the Pyrex Man
Like them two bricks from Doug and papis from Kazakhstan
I never sold meth but I know fent', a thousand yams
You ODin' off this shit if you bag and don't wash your hands
Me, teary-eyed and gullible, I lived it with a mother
Who struggled through addiction, I know еvery side to drug abuse
For lifе got these comfortable and spin a few niggas
Who still in they same position because our bond indestructible
It go both ways, auntie spent the 30 on that rock
And the nigga who served her owe a plug who thirsty for that now
The dealer who fronted that birdie, he murdered for that guap
That was me but now I'm currently trading currency for stocks
I'm Wall Street-butchering, I'm getting 30 percent off top
40 percent get chopped of the 30, back in the pot
Ask these rappers, shit I did for upstate just helped make 'em hot
When I invite 'em to the lab, they be scared to play what they got
I'm the don of all dons, YSL and Bond No. 9
Living proof, sign of the times that hate won't bother your grind
I feel like West' on "Gustavo," the cocky confidence side
You look a killer in their face 'cause they say that I still don't lie
I'm hearing rumors start to fly that we split the triangle, nah
Any talks of that's maniacal but y'all buy it, go wild for it
I'm still that same hustler, fresh out the Ps that sign on the spot
I guess I stepped on a few rappers on my climb to the top
Who sliding, invited or not, the violence won't stop
We on that same time and them ions go cock then them sliding doors pop
My niggas catch you at that light then light up your drop
It's like that, the last opp we racked, we united the block
Long roads to success, they hearts broke when I step
They reminiscin' of me, speakin' in morse code to connect
Me and my homies passport bros, pilots load up the jets
Golf streams landing in time zones no one expects, mm
Chipping on jet fuel, the flight I slept through
I just need a shot of tequila and Bluetooth I can connect to
It's disrespectful to sit these niggas next to Butch
So I'm shitting around these pussies just like a all-gender restroom
Trips to Bahamas, y'all talking shit from the comments
I'm somewhere off the coast smoking cartridges with my mama
It's Butch, I did it solid, turned visions to dollars
Seven-year run, three away from that ten that I promised y'all
On "One Way Flight," brick rawer than a Monday night
I always been the bigger fish, y'all skinny pimps like Money Mike
Still no license, running lights, I let you pick-the gun or knife
Chase said there's no one as nice and that nigga was f*cking right
So f*ck you twice, it's Butch


Big Butch
You know what I mean?
The streets still love us
Yeah
Big boys, big Griselda, Black Soprano Family
Argh

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BRON

Ah, I ain't even gon' count down for you niggas (turn the beat up some)
The Butcher comin', I'ma surprise you niggas

I been on
So long, people startin' to hate it, they feel scorn
I see the looks on all they faces and I'm torn
It's like, I ain't wanna do this, but if it gotta be a shootin'
I guess I'ma be the shooter, you been warned
I'm in this bitch, poppin' Ace like I'm Shawn
They play your shit, look at the gang and then we yawn
Why would he make that lame choice?
Man, these niggas couldn't score if they had game point

And I'm 'Bron
After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long"
I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm
I'm back in championship condition
I can't resist all this winnin'
It's like me and success built a bond

So let's stay brief
I'm in a rush at TSA, they tryna X-ray me
I made my bitch so bad that her ex can't speak
The only way to make her litter is a sex tape leak, a little porn

I'm, I'm just f*ckin' around (uh-huh)
Yeah, uh

F*ck the world, am I wrong?
I'm in the V.I.P., a hundred niggas strong
Hustlers yellin' from the bleachers, "Put me on"
I ran it up, ain't take me long
My life a story out of Psalms
And I can put that on my mother, first-born
In my city, I'm King Kong
Kim Jong Un, to me, you niggas like this small
Say, "White bitch," I probably meant what a brick cost
I'm in a five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad
Then I'm gone
Pinky ring of a don
Bad boy like I'm Sean
I'm like Goldeneye Bond
That's twenty-five inf' beams scopin' out harm (brrt)
So how you niggas gon' hide from us with polka dots on?
You niggas is drawn
You probably heard when I got shot
I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch (you heard that too)
I been back home fifty times since all the rumors, I'm chillin'
These killers with me keep asking me, "What we doin'?"
Them niggas bored

Ayo, get the champagne
Ayo, Hit-Boy, we gon' get the champagne and goggles
We sprayin' this shit everywhere, we goin' to Illio's
Tell 'em open the back room up for us
Let's go

And I'm 'Bron
After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long"
I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm
I'm back in championship condition
I can't resist all this winnin'
It's like me and success built a bond (bond)

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Big Dog

Yeah, you know?
Ah, the big dog, the Butchy
You know? You know? Right?
(A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Hahaha
Straight like that
I don't understand when niggas be like, "Be fair"
Nigga, life ain't fair, nigga
Be fair to what? Who?
Yeah, yeah

King of New York, a Buffalo nigga, okay, I said it (okay, I said it)
I hear you rappers claimin' the crown, if you want it, you gotta come get it, yeah
New MGK revin', hold up, oh, I want that new 911, alright
Walk in that bitch, spendin' cash, so it ain't no need to run up my credit (ha)
We the Sopranos, bitch, them niggas who like to buy guns and ice out infinity links (ice)
Workin' the pot, nah, that ain't water, it's Monster energy drink (woo)
You probably know me from narcotic dealin', I can't go back (can't go back)
Already know what I gave them traps (I gave them traps)
My criminal record ain't on wax, I made those racks
Birdman dropped me right off at the front and I came through fresh (niggas be like, "What's those?")
Knew you was lame, but you can't do less than a fake new check (man, y'all doin' bad)
Pop a G6, he put on his shades, look up, then it's game time, nigga
That's my lil' homie, the one with the mask on (yeah) throwin' gang signs (yeah, yo)
If you ain't the mob, you trippin', I paid for titties and kid's tuition (yeah, all that)
Then made my homies celebrities, took 'em on tour with me, fresh out of prison (fresh out)
Got two hoes on my line and I don't hit neither back 'cause I ain't with it (I ain't with that)
One f*ck for money, one f*ck then want some money, so it ain't no difference (it's the same thing)
And the last ho that tried to run that game on Butch, the ho got ghosted (ho got ghosted)
Then she tried to extort me with a pic', and I said, "Post it" (go 'head)
Niggas still tryna diss niggas for the clout, call that motion? (That ain't it)
Black Soprano Family gettin' to it
Y'all ain't been up since COVID (broke ass niggas)
Came a long way from the bottom
The hood thinkin' I forgot 'em (how could I?)
Met Gala with a chicken on the table, feelin' like I'm Tiana
Started in my mother bedroom, now I got a eight room casa (eight)
Y'all niggas way too confident
Nigga, we today's new mafia (it's Butch)

I guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
Guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Driver wait outside while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall

New Orleans to Buffalo
Big dog, Siberian Husky flow
I've been a big dog since a puppy, though
My kennel is a bungalow
You can walk the dog, I still run this ho
Run from me, niggas that be barkin' turn to hush puppies
F*ck money, I throw bread out like I'm duck-huntin'
Bitches on me like fleas, but I don't need no bugs, bunny
Tunechi and the Butcher, I shoot you, he'll juug you
The mute be on the blooka, that's the Uzi with the shusher
The doobies lookin' fuller and the jewels be full of boogers
Diamonds cover the watch face like a Sunni and a Muslim
Got the hoochies and the hookers, with the booties and the bosoms
Snipers like Kevin Durant, shooters be like Devin Booker
I'm a Black Soprano, the keys whiter than a black piano
Your female dog suck my Cocker Spaniel
That's a dog ho, I smack the dog shit out your dawg, though
For that doggy bag, I send your ass where all dogs go, Tunechi

I guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Driver wait outside while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (I'm everywhere, you know that)
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (huh)
My driver wait outside while I hit raw (I'll be fifteen minutes)
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall)
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (nigga, play with us)
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (my industry)
My driver wait outside while I hit raw (hold up, hold up)
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall, ah)

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Everybody Can't Go

Yeah
They don't make 'em like us no more
You know everybody gon' say that they like that
Everybody gon' say that
But this for us, this for y'all
Uh

First I made a couple dollars then my status changed
To let them know that I'm thankful, I'm giving back the game
Show 'em how I made it out from my trappin' phase
'Cause I was more like Barry Bonds in a battin' cage
Shit, all I did was stack and pray
I'm from the jungle where niggas count war wounds as accolades
Weed legal, I got a greenhouse, growing packs
The farmer cutting hair off it like Doja Cat
Gotta be a hustler, wanna stand on the side
You wanna be a boss, you look a man in his eyes
Buck twenty in the whip when I'm playin' in a five
The only time you did that was in the ambulance ride
I remember the first time I got my hands on a pie
I broke it down and sold it one gram at a time
No ginger ale, but I coulda bled Canada Dry
Hear the money counter runnin' and my stamina rise
Butch

I been on the grind so long
No help, did it all on my own
Wonder if you know
Wonder if you love me like you said you did before
'Cause everybody just can't go (yeah)

Accept that pain come with the money
Spending cash through tears
We the reason niggas got deals to pass few years
Just add up all the rappers I inspired out here
Sound anything like Griselda, sign right here
Stashing money in the bathroom ceiling, my mom's bitchin'
Cooking work, microwave beeping, sound like a bomb tickin'
It's gon' harden up, soon as the fork settle in
Then break it in half like a divorce settlement
I did so much shit to wear the crown
Rocky relationship with the game like Iverson and Larry Brown
These niggas think I get these dollars to stunt
Yeah but, my daughter going to any college she want
But I told her f*ck school 'cause the cash ain't worth the pay
And your pops was twenty and worth k
F*ck I'ma do next, they guessin', up wonderin'
Know I'ma win, like the election if Trump run again

I been on the grind so long
No help, did it all on my own
Wonder if you know
Wonder if you love me like you said you did before
'Cause everybody just can't go
I been on the grind so long
No help, did it all on my own
Wonder if you know
Wonder if you love me like you said you did before
'Cause everybody just can't go

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TMVTL

Yeah
I'ma tell you like this
You don't know until you know
You never know
And that's real shit, uh (yo)

I'm from where tragedy made us strengthen
And casualties don't make a difference
The people who ain't from here can't imagine this way of living (can't imagine this shit)
But she a diamond in the rough, who? Jasmine K Dickens
She's got a bachelor's then a job at a maximum state prison
But she ain't the same C.O. That's working at Chow
Her pops did ten joints in the jail, she working it now (he a OG)
She work in Prince dorm, he flirt with her now, and then, she like 'em
But she stand firm, she never break a smirk or a smile (can't break)
But he a rich nigga, he know how to play, got five left
He got her address and sent her a bracelet and lingerie
Prince playing chess, he thinking of f*cking her smart though
He hit her once, now he got that bitch smuggling smartphones
It went from that, now she bringing it in, dope (that work)
Prince got her locked down, he feeling like a kingpin again (damn)
He running shit right, he feeding his men (feeding his boys)
He sent that money home, so he meet up with Jasmine to re-up again (let's go again)
But nah, shit way too lit, she tryna quit (tryna, what?)
But he wasn't having it
He said, "If you stop then I frame you, bitch"
That nigga stuck to his word, he did her dirty (sheesh)
He testified on that bitch and he got out early

What's the first thing they teach you
When you get status as a thug?
That trust more valuable than love
Little spatters from the blood
But on this block, that's just what it was (you never know)
When trust more valuable than love
(Let me tell you what happen next, okay?)

Same mother, two different pops
Two brothers from two different blocks, here's the plot
Some other shit, one a hustler, one into stocks, that's Lee
Kinda tried running the streets, but it didn't pop, change his life around
He get props for getting out before it got hot
He the oldest, lil' bro is just colder, he into Glocks
He remind me of a nigga I'm sending through if I get the drop
(I like that lil' nigga)
They f*ckin' on the same bitch, don't even know, she ain't low
Crib out in the 'burbs, she gave keys to both, she exposed
The truth when she was nine months, gave Lee a stroke
She never tried to meet my folks
'cause she was somewhere skeetin' bro
And the child wasn't his, she played him like a sucker
He popped to the nursery, killed the baby and his brother
You never know until you know

What's the first thing they teach you
when you get status as a thug?
trust more valuable than love
Little spatters from the blood
But on this block, that's just what it was
When trust more valuable than love

All that love shit gon' get you hurt
'Cause it don't add to no plugs, know why?
'Cause trust more valuable than love
Nice guys finish last
And tough guys getting tatted up with slugs out here
'Cause trust more valuable than love
You never know
here's how I know (never know)

Small-time petty theft
Crash dummy pedigree
Might think he gangster but he's nothing like the Genevese
Caught a rapper slipping and put a bullet in the leg of me
Wait, I mean the leg of him, life feel like his testament
The rapper never answer when a D.T.s is questioning
Sciatic nerve, severed it, he's on prescription medicine
Had to learn to walk before he got back to himself again
'Cause feeling like you cripple leaves him with a sense of helplessness
Now we feeling devilish, only one way to settle this (there's only one way)
The rapper does his homework, he gets governments and addresses (somebody gotta die)
The rapper got patience, plus friends in high places (high places)
And he knows a shooter without a gun, not dangerous
The shooter on the run for other stupid shit he done
The rapper drops a number one album, he's back out having fun
Catch that dirty motherf*cker when he finally gets sent to jail
And have B.S.F. Carved in his face with a dirty nail, you never know

The first thing they teach you
when you get status as a thug
Is trust more valuable than love
Little spatters from the blood
But on this block, that's just what it was
When trust more valuable than love

All that love shit gon' get you hurt
That shit don't add up to no plugs, know why?
'Cause trust more valuable than love
Nice guys finish last
And tough guys getting tatted up with slugs out here
'Cause trust more valuable than love
More valuable than love (you never know)

You never know
You never know
You never know 'til you know

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Back Again

Like a, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
The Butcher coming, nigga

Ain't nothing like that first M
Feel like I'm going on my second life
At times I was staring down the barrel
I had to get my mind right and drive like Andretti
'Cause the further you go, the road to riches gon' get narrow
This like y'all niggas third notice, I won't say it four times
Lawn at my crib like a basketball court size
Six or seven years I've been running shit and just getting started
Think about it, a nigga really might be all time

Y'all know how I do this shit
Gangstas back in this bitch again
Them gangstas back in this bitch again
I'm like throwing every chain
We push back to back foreigns like parades
It feel good to see some real niggas win, don't it?
Y'all know how I do this shit
Gangstas back in this bitch again
Them gangstas back in this bitch again
I'm sending pics to my niggas
Throwin' parties on yachts
Get a block, make another mil' and spend that shit again (uh-huh)

Used to be a no good stick up kid
Traded that for a pot
Now when I bring that up, y'all getting sensitive
Ignoring me telling a story along the premises
Of us finally finishing, turning that into businesses
Oh well, still talking coke sales
One brick, two brick equal what my show sell
Money in a suitcase like deal or no deal
I was good with no deal, told you I did wholesale
It's like, one city, too much hate
Three legends foresaw it
'Fore all this happen, I can picture myself war touring
Used to want a Ford Taurus, now I got like four foreigns
I been playing soulful shit, listening to more Lauryn
Trap house the warehouse, I smoke all this gas like
My lungs I don't care about, my condo won't air out
I built this off classics, what happened?
These rappers, they get off too easy
To me it's just madness, but f*ck it

Gangstas back in this bitch again
Them gangstas back in this bitch again
I'm like throwing every chain
We push back to back foreigns like parades
It feel good to see some real niggas win, don't it?
Y'all know how I do this shit
Gangstas back in this bitch again
Them gangstas back in this bitch again
I'm sending pics to my niggas
Throwin' parties on yachts
Get a block, make another mil' abd spend that shit again
Uh, y'all know how I do this shit (yeah)

Gangtas don't dance, we boogie to the boogie
Bang to the boogie, boo-boo-boogie
Gangtas don't dance, we bang to the boogie-boogie
The Butcher coming, nigga
When I'm back, y'all back
We did this shit again, Hit, ah

Don dada
You on one, nephew
Yeah, long time coming
It's time to put on, nigga
Yes sir
You got the bag, yeah
You got the cash (money, money)
Yup, I got your back
With one phone call, got a new contract, like that
Yes sir, from the streets to the suites (like, what? What? Ooh)
We try to keep it discrete
Ayy, Benny, I told you, nigga
Fifteen minutes on the phone, deal done
No games, man
Boss up, nigga
I told you what I said
And I said what I meant
Now you doin' it
Right on
Gangstas is back, nigga
Back like we never left
G's up

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One Foot In

Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
You know? You know, they gotta move out the way
When the real niggas come through
I don't care 'bout none of that
They gotta salute this shit
Yo

Everybody can't go, and you probably won't make it
I whip that powder to glaciers and found the oasis
My history a street dealin', narcotics on paper
This work, I'm cuttin' more times than Kyrie been traded (yeah)
I was one foot out the game after that freestyle with Flex
I was one foot in the door at Jay-Z house with West'
Now you see how I cleaned house and see wild success
A rapper never reached out, he either senile or deaf
I'm gettin' big in the paint, I'm all rebounds and TECs
Put rapper heads on walls like TV mounts for checks
You beat out the best, and then you weed out the rest
Comfortable at home, wherever I put my feet down at next (yeah)
And this one for the hustlers who I was handin' ounces
Now, look at God, I wrote this verse in my Grammy outfit
I was runnin' routes, resort back to your instincts
When one in doubt, was up a plug with one foot in and one foot out

I had one foot in the game (game)
Playin' hopscotch with 'caine ('caine)
True story based on actual events (and this really happened)
I had one foot out the door (door), my whole team was sellin' dog (dog)
I was rappin', still straddlin' the fence (Goddamn)

I had one foot in, and one foot out
One foot in, and one foot out
One foot in, and ain't nobody know (I kept it low, though)
I had one foot in, and one foot out
One foot in, and one foot out
You really can't do both 'cause you'll blow it (gotta watch that)

The price goin' up? "Better believe it," he said
Cocaine water waves, still splash 'til we sea sick
C6 to C11 (go), these bricks, I'm a legend (go)
Whippin' 'til forever, infinity measures
I mean, niggas got some lines that's clever, but they ain't really better (go)
Than a guy that carry a cross and a Beretta
Sittin' in these label meetings like, "This shit feelin' like a set-up"
Nigga, shut up
You say the wrong number, I might get up
I hear these niggas new get-up, it sound real Stove-ish (it sound like me)
But, I'ma let you rock until I'm fed up
Put my foot on the gas, and I ain't let up (no)
I'ma let it up, a M, boy
I'm just quiet with this cash money, I'm Slim, boy
These ten bricks a boy look like cinnamon (like cinnamon)
It was his own niggas that did him in (ha)
So I keep my circle small
Had my young boy run up on you clowns (brrt, bap-bap-bap)
And shoot the circus up
I got one foot in the door (brrt, bap-bap), and one foot on the raw

I had one foot in the game (game)
Playin' hopscotch with 'caine ('caine)
True story based on actual events (and this really happened)
I had one foot out the door (door), my whole team was sellin' dog (dog)
I was rappin', still straddlin' the fence (Goddamn)

I had one foot in, and one foot out
One foot in, and one foot out
One foot in, and ain't nobody know (I kept it low, though)
I had one foot in, and one foot out
One foot in, and one foot out
You really can't do both 'cause you'll blow it (gotta watch that, ah)

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Buffalo Kitchen Club

Yeah, uh
Y'all know what the f*ck it is
Motherf*cking Liz and the motherf*cking Butch, ch'yeah

They ain't f*cking with Liz and The Butch (uh-huh)
I send the order, then nigga, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
So not your typical
This shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (uh-huh)
He like what he see in his visual
I make the dick disappear, it's a miracle (woo)

Sleeping on me? Must be the Fentanyl
Killing you hoes, take it literal (literal)
Shooting your shot at a bitch like me
Gon' cost 'bout a milli' at minimal (at the minimum)
My nigga wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis
I leave him soaked and astonished
My team on violence
We sweeping shit like the plague (doot-doot)
This shit is getting bubonic
Balling my hobby
I'm getting rings like I'm Sonic
Your money must keep it platonic (y'all know)
A beauty and beast, how ironic (yeah)
I'm smoking on hoes like the chronic (uh)

F*ck y'all opinions, they weigh less than money
And they come from who ain't got no money (ain't got not money)
Left mine in Escrow and I never touch it (I don't touch that)
'Cause when Pac died, he ain't have a hunnid
Sold out a show with my first day in Europe (first day)
All that hate coming from home, I can't hear it (can't hear it)
'Fore we get a chance to hop out
these bitch gon' stare in the rims like mirrors

I don't do auctions, I don't do Carmax
To the R.8 from the R.S.
Our first date we had car sex
I put class on the corner like car wrecks
Invite me in, I might bring a scale over
I feel y'all topping well over
I done bought so much cartel yola
That they start treating us like shareholders
Niggas resent me 'cause they just a tier lower (just a tier)
No sympathy, won't shed a tear for ya (I ain't cryin' for niggas)
No weaknesses, I'm not a fear shower
I ate the pussy up, got my little beard growing
Five-five sixes, look like we spear-throwin'
You know that what I'm here for
When they ask y'all who cleaned up the block (cleaned up the block, nigga?)
Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (uh)

They ain't f*cking with Liz and The Butch (uh-huh)
I send the order, then nigga, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
So not your typical
This shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (uh-huh)
He like what he see in his visual
I make the dick disappear, it's a miracle (woo)

(They ain't f*cking with Liz and The Butch)

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Pillow Talk & Slander

Man, we don't want much
We just want what belong to us
Man, we ain't greedy, we hustlers, nigga
Butch

If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I could have made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home

I got the aura of a boss, ask niggas, they know my body
I'm on MSNBC talking politics with Ari
Ate sardines out the can, my birthdays ain't have a party (none)
So apologize for what? I'm too rich to say sorry
Wrote a letter to the streets, addressed it, whom it may concern
Everybody can't go and that's shit I had to learn (I had to learn)
I be back on my bullshit when the beef get confirmed
I lay on a nigga like Katt Williams perm
Walked the path of a king, first I saw it in my dreams
Now it's happening, ayo, Hit, we got these niggas
'Cause every time I drop
The hood telling me the streets is back again
One, two, three

If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I could have made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home

Yeah, the streets dead, can't a soul save 'em (no)
Huh, you just a rapper, that's a bold statement (oh yeah)
I watched a kingpin lose and that shit f*cked with my mind
I was looking up to 'em before my faith was in God
Yeah, take you and ride to small towns, you get much more
First, you cut class, jump off the porch, now you cut dope (for real)
Identity sealed behind that mask 'cause he cutthroat
She put some in a baggy, some in her purse so I don't trust hoes
I usually judge these niggas by the taste of they watch
And then the pandemic hit, they started faking me out, yeah
I said f*ck college, went straight to the block, no witnesses
Better chances, guess it's safe at the top because it's lonely, nigga

If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes (watch 'em)
And them niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on (uh)
I could have made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home

Niggas from the sandbox turn into your rival (damn)
'Cause they watch you put the work in, then they feel entitled (yup)
Pillow talk and slander, but they don't wanna try you (nah)
It's about what I can teach you, not what I can buy you (ooh)
What I'm capable of doing is the only thing that scares me (that's it)
I'd have told the old me, "Don't even let them near me" (uh-uh)
Somethin' 'bout the rush, you just can't get enough of it (woo)
Name on indictments with niggas you don't hustle with (uh)
They just love to tell it, I just love to sell it (yeah, uh)
Shit so strong, it's still wrapped and you could smell it (smell that)
Sittin' in the spot with the work and the gun out
At the end, true colors always gon' come out, real shit

If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them niggas gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I could have made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home

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How to Rap

Uh
Let me break this shit down, make it simple for you niggas
Yo, uh-huh

I remember standing on that block (that block)
Just like yesterday (uh-huh)
D's pull up with the captain then I run (uh)
I tuned your street shit into corporate
A pot to a office
I give you how to be a rapper 101

First, you gotta be nice with it
I build my shit ciphering
Long hours in dark studios, that was the price of it
Syllables, details, Spoon's house where I tightened it (uh-huh)
Then I got so nice, I looked up and I wasn't writing it
Closer to your dream now, you ready for a team now
Niggas who keep you focused the only ones you should be 'round
I chose the hustlers who was with me holding the streets down
We making dope money off of a MP3 file
Now you go crazy
You make the streets hot
They should be playing your shit out every car and every weed spot
Every club, every barbershop 'til everything's locked
Make sure when the people speak your name that everything stop
Now look at you, you lit
You getting twenty for a feature
Your old hoes gotta hit your manager to reach ya
Your niggas think you changed, nah, all that change made you a thinker
You seen this game break the best of 'em, it's getting deeper
Remember to stay grounded, don't let it make you to a diva
You know them little traps be, the rap beefs and leeches
The jack boys will sneak ya, them tax boys can see ya
Your security and lawyers, didn't enjoy you with your feet up
Got the labels calling you
They fly you out to talk to you, low-balling you
And kinda still doubt if they could market you (what?)
Turn it down to show 'em that your number was unarguable
And when they double back, you charge them triple what they offered you
This how you rap

They probably thought this was a coke song
'Cause so far, I been the industry's Omar
Turned this shit into Snow Fall
Go off every chance that I get, I guess I'm a show-off
Flow on any beat that you play, I feel like I showed y'all
When I was up-and-coming, I had your favorites up and running
Had 'em dodging features with me, when my album drop, they ducking
I do press runs, they get quiet, around that time I don't hear nothing
When they drop I'm in they city, I'm outside like I been hunting
Boss shit, investing my own paper now like, "F*ck it"
Build another source of income 'cause rap alone won't cut it
Don't leave no money on the table, let's meet and discuss the budget (nah, let's talk)
If they let me go today, my own career, I could fund it
How they gon' weigh out your legacy? How the critics gon' judge it?
Is your chapter gon' be legendary status when they shut it (huh?)
So work delivery, add in some versatility
Double your workability
And now you know how to be a rapper (ah, uh)

I remember standing on that block
Just like yesterday
D's pull up with the captain then I run (uh)
I tuned your street shit into corporate
A pot to a office, I give you how to be a rapper 101 (uh)
I remember standing on that block
Just like yesterday
D's pull up with the captain then I run
I tuned your street shit into corporate
A pot to a office, I give you how to be a rapper 101

Ah, nigga

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Griselda Express

Yeah
I know they keep wondering
I know they keep wondering when this shit gon' stop
Huh, time
Ain't such thing as time, time is man-made
You know I mean?
But real shit though
Even if it was, this shit'll never stop
Ah
And that's on Machine Gun Black, uh

I'm the who coined the griddy slogan
The Butcher coming
G.X.F., Semicolon, B.S.F.
Griselda Express
How many really rode it?
I lost count when I dropped B.O.p., they watch me O.T.
But since they don't rhyme on this peak
They gon' try to copy those beats
So protect your aura
They put spells, wretched corners taught Butch well
How ironic, that eight foot cell turn my brain cells to book shelves
Niggas who brag they never took deals getting cooked still
And my foot still on rappers necks who got their hand-me-down careers from the Goodwill
I'm betting heavy, let's get ready, my last record was record setting
Def Jam let me in the building, turned the boardroom to Satriale's
Okay, y'all could rap, but ain't no way y'all could lap a true hustler
Who thought his way off the Ave, an advance got paid out in cash
I own the masters to a few of my classics, bank cards not plastic
The plug series mine, that's why you could only pray y'all could catch us
They hate on the great soldiers, make you some cake and pay all your taxes
And I could never flake 'cause being a real nigga pays automatic

Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Been stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck
Got the bitch piling (skrrt)
Hopped out the two-tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (uh, ah)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spit right back" (look)

Praying for clean money abundantly
Humbly, hoping my ambitions don't crumble me
It's one of me, niggas ain't authentic, niggas wanna be
My reputation precedes me, I need at least a hunnid piece (that money)
Your worth wrong, niggas think they rappers 'cause they verse long
My last show, they sung my shit in unison like church songs
Ask about me, green off of brown like earth tones
I turn that to a eighty point split once the merch gone
It never was no route for us
Fentanyl outpouring
You wanna get some money in my city, get a house for it (get a house for it)
A fiend bought me a Samsung and a blender like a housewarming (yeah)
Gave that nigga six bags out the bundle, he was out for it
It was so worth it, K9 unit because the dog working
Straight Yams, twenty piece tender that serve a soul purpose
Sawed off, call it Marsha Brady 'cause the nose broken
Shoot that shit in California, heard that shit in Hoboken

Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Been stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck
Got the bitch piling (skrrt)
Hopped out the two-tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (uh, ah)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spit right back" (look)

Look
Pulled a McLaren blue and orange out, leave the doors up
It look like Pat Ewing getting his warm up (talk to 'em)
This like the best run I had in some years (huh)
Customers loyal like Spike Lee, we was selling Madison Squares
Do the research, them boys were starving
It was ugly for rap in this lane, we made it look like Lori Harvey (talk to 'em)
Nobody had to cosign for me
Had a room full of white like Michael Rubin Fourth of July party
My bitch got ass like Diana Ross daughter (uh-huh)
She wanted me to buy a gram of soft for her
Walk up in the spot, rich niggas can't keep they eyes off her (no cap)
Only thing she got is some good pussy they can buy off her (uh-huh)
They offer me the deals, I need the high offers
(You think I'll make that bag right)
That money good, but that contract ain't on the up and up
"Take the money and leave the masters," take the what, leave the what?
I'm counting up this paper cup, paper cut (yeah)
F*ck what I'm bringing to the table
When I'm the legs that hold the f*cking table up
Won't let no record label play with us
Before I let my lights cut off and cable shut, I'm back to bagging yayo up

Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Been stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck
Got the bitch piling (skrrt)
Hopped out the two-tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (uh, ah)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spit right back" (look)

The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'

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Big Tymers

(Hit-Boy)
Uh

I'm with the same niggas grindin', everybody with me me shinin'
Big houses and my cars off the lot (off the lot)
When these hoes see these diamonds, they gon' know I'm big-timin'
Bandana 'round my head just like I'm Pac (like I'm Pac)
I pray my niggas beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don't be out here rappin' shit you know you not (you know you not)
Since a nigga got this buzz, they don't remember who I was
I'm the same one who used to sell you drop (ah)

These hoes can't say shit to me, I'm fresh in all Dior
Niggas mad at me 'cause I got rich and they wrote me off
Niggas mad at me 'cause I got busy, they got lazy
Niggas mad at me 'cause I paid cash for that Mercedes
Niggas say they loyal, broke the code, but I ain't trippin'
Three million and counting, can't let it take me off my mission
Feds askin' questions, I ain't nervous, they just fishin'
I used to serve the city, they just mad I'm in position
I got it out the mud, how you gon' tell me to be humble?
They don't wanna see this shit, they know they ass in trouble
Hate to see me win, hate to see me catch a level
Jealousy's the devil, I thought on my way to revel

I've been with them same niggas grindin', everybody with me me shinin'
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds, they gon' know I'm big-timin'
Bandana 'round my head like I'm Pac

I'm with the same niggas grindin', everybody with me me shinin'
Big houses and my cars off the lot (off the lot)
When these hoes see these diamonds, they gon' know I'm big-timin'
Bandana 'round my head just like I'm Pac (like I'm Pac)
I pray my niggas beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don't be out here rappin' shit you know you not (you know you not)
Since a nigga got this buzz, they don't remember who I was
I'm the same one who used to sell you drop (drop, drop)

Ghetto
Used to serve the whole city drop, now I come through in drops
Made nigga, you lay a hand on me, you get your shooter dropped
Pull up to the corner, hit your lights when you come through the block
We paranoid, you might lose your life 'cause we've been through a lot
Really can't afford to make mistakes 'cause I'm still in the streets
I seen a nigga go through his first case, they did him like he Meech
Me? I'd rather stay up out the way, it really ain't that deep
Jumped in that thing and whipped the titties out like we on Venice Beach
Twenty in my pocket like I'm young, but really, I'm OG
Kicked back in the slums with all my killers, how I find some peace
They ain't teach me 'bout no ABCs, I'm ridin' AMG
I'm with the same niggas I started with, Boyz ENT

I've been with them same niggas grindin', everybody with me me shinin'
Big houses and my cars off the lot (off the lot)
When these hoes see these diamonds, they gon' know I'm big-timin'
Bandana 'round my head like I'm Pac

I'm with the same niggas grindin', everybody with me me shinin'
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds, they gon' know I'm big-timin'
Bandana 'round my head just like I'm Pac
I pray my niggas beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don't be out here rappin' shit you know you not
Since a nigga got this buzz, they don't remember who I was
I'm the same one who used to sell you drop (ah)
I'm with the same niggas grindin', everybody with me me shinin'
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds, they gon' know I'm big-timin'
Bandana 'round my head just like I'm Pac
I pray my niggas beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don't be out here rappin' shit you know you not (you know you not)
Since a nigga got this buzz, they don't remember who I was
I'm the same one who used to sell you drop (ah)