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letra de live forever - benny the butcher & hit-boy

lyrics from snippet

[intro: benny the butcher]
ah
hit-boy

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
i do this for sufferin’ children and checks from government buildings
a dope boy who made a check from other than dealin’
what a good feelin’ when they know you one in a million
the feds bury half of my n-ggas under the buildin’
don’t judge my life now, n-gga, ’cause i been mad stressed
on tour with the lox and had a project address
before this rap sh-t, all my direct assets
came from high-risk hazards, you know, pyrex glasses
a long way to the prezi from the timex classic
i got lines from a year ago that y’all just catchin’
i thought small, then i grew, come to find out it was true
money change the people around quicker than it change you
you know what big said, i’m good long as the kids fed
how n-ggas throw dirt on your name and then beg?
nah, we don’t feel sorry for n-ggas, get bread
’cause for them california kings, we slept in a twin bed (ah)

[chorus: benny the butcher]
what’s a king to a god, n-gga? i’m gon’ live forever
feet on the ground, a hundred in the ceiling (hundred in the ceiling)
i’m the last of this breed, you won’t last in these streets long
if your only hustle drug dealin’ (drug dealin’)
what’s a king to a god, n-gga? i’m gon’ live forever (live forever)
n-gga, i’m gon’ live forever (live forever)
this for hoes that’s f-ckin’ rich n-ggas, you get a rollie too
’cause if i’m up, b-tch, we gon’ shine together
[verse 2: lil wayne]
i do this for my young, more precious than the moon is to the sun
i got more weapons than i’ll ever need, i shoot you with each one
talkin’ cocaine out of medellín, my he straight out the magazine
you drownin’ in the fire, while i’m snorkelin’ in the gasoline
steady diet of heavy drugs, rollin’ kush up
like pirelli tires on chevy trucks, but still a goodyear
they got every eye on each one of us, well n-gga, look here
i’ll come catch your ass on career day and end your career
i got pistols i just cleaned, i been tryna get dirty with you
i got n-ggas on my team that ain’t tryna swap jerseys with you
i pop it, that thirty hit you, them shots from the thirty whistle
watchin’ movies with a b-tch that wouldn’t watch a commercial with you
i’m higher than everyone, but almighty, i treat the white girl like a wifey
treat her like aphrodite, let a goddess satisfy me
while i’m rollin’ the tighty, i chop the hands off a clock
that mean i’m timeless, don’t time me, i’m forever

- benny the butcher hit boy

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