[00:08.20]Benny the Butcher
[00:09.29]Let's get it
[00:11.29]From Detroit to Buffalo, we love to smuggle blow
[00:14.66]Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
[00:17.66]Michigan, back to New York, keep burning up the pipe
[00:20.50]We turning up at night, I just earned another stripe
[00:23.20]90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
[00:26.45]I had to move safe and low, 'specially 'cause my face was known
[00:29.33]Free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole
[00:32.08]I’ma still scrape the bowl 'til the day you make it home
[00:35.20]We need a place to pitch, ain't a mound, get a brick, break it down
[00:38.20]Hit a lick, take you down, take a city, rape a town
[00:41.00]80 big ones in the ceiling, tell that b!tch, "Don't make a sound"
[00:44.00]’80s babies still in prison, wish that I could break him out
[00:46.83]Stood up and he made us proud, told him, "When I make it out
[00:48.83]We ain't gon' have to risk our life no more, I found a safer route"
[00:52.83]I just shot a kite to bro, he put me on a paper route
[00:55.50]Now we on the road, 36 Os wrapped up in paper towel
[00:58.45]My witness ain't show up to court, the judge, he had to weigh the trial
[01:01.29]They say I got a morbid sense of humor, but that made me smile
[01:04.33]Shout out to my shooter, when he drill you, that's a flagrant foul
[01:07.16]Just put in for his appeal, he told me it might take a while
[01:10.25]Told him, "Ain't sh!t but some time, just make sure that you make it count" (Uh-huh)
[01:13.04]”And when you get back out that b!tch, don't let these n!ggas take you out"
[01:15.95]Or trick you out the street again, these b!tches out here chasing clout" (Huh)
[01:18.91]Make sure you double-count it, give a fxck how long it take to count" (Yo)
[01:21.91]I channel my thoughts, d**e in my scale, hand on my fork
[01:24.45]We hustlers, prices double up when it land in New York
[01:27.29]Wait, name a clique with a rep substantial as ours
[01:30.45]And the work so good, all the fiends compare you to God
[01:33.29]D**e shooters walk my block like it's the Land of the Lost
[01:36.29]I gave back to the ghetto, they never hand you awards
[01:39.16]Cool, this for the homies that's dead, ain't in the yard
[01:42.29]All the road trips to cop work what got my stamina strong
[01:45.16]I got my b!tch putting animal on
[01:47.33]I got my first brick and copped cameras for the crib and the alarm
[01:50.66]Two Os in the V like that Canada squad
[01:53.41]Magic in the pot like I whip grams with a wand, yeah
[01:56.41]This for the money, the hundreds left in the bas***nt
[01:59.75]The stash box we only touch on special occasions
[02:02.70]Y’all not up 'cause y'all do it just to get famous
[02:05.54]The plug hit me back, and I been destined for greatness
[02:08.54]From Detroit to Buffalo, we love to smuggle blow
[02:11.66]Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
[02:14.70]Michigan, back to New York, keep burning up the pipe
[02:17.45]We turning up at night, I just earned another strike
[02:20.16]90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
[02:23.54]I had to move safe and low, 'specially 'cause my face was known
[02:26.33]Free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole
[02:29.20]I’ma still scrape the bowl 'til the day you make it home