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letra de fat dom - benny the butcher

[intro]
uhh, benny
steroids, n-gg-
ayo green, this sh-t make me feel
this sh-t me feel way bigger than all the rest of these n-gg-s
yo, uhh…

[verse]
butcher, look
guess who back like i left somethin’
top drawer full of dirty money, just hundreds
these rap n-gg-s funny, most of ’em slept, f-ck it
they ain’t think i’d be a threat by the time of our next run-in (yeah)
for that spread i was hard head
i went all in just to put bread in my moms hand
we street n-gg-s, did business with pot scr-pers
and learnt tips from politickin’ with stock traders
how they sucker n-gg-s gon’ hate on what god gave us? (how?)
from the first floor of the p’s to skyscr-pers
you give a n-gg- game you figure he might manage
play the cards they dealt me to my advantage like gambit
but nah, i ain’t have an easy life
i couldn’t sleep at night, my n-gg-, i put that on them yeezy stripes
i used to get the block completely white
crazy how the kids learn to tweet and type before they learn to read and write
uhh, only the game choose who die
i’m from the hood like you, where the same rules apply
there’s two type of n-gg-s, the same few’ll ride
the rest of ’em fold up when they can’t do the time (take note)
i wrote the street sh-t down, had to make it simple
this for all the young n-gg-s who i gave a pistol (yeah)
to all the shooters that i made official
i breed ’em and when i need ’em those n-gg-s that i pay to get you
it’s like fog come they all need clothes for school
by summertime these n-gg-s tryin’ to hold a tool
my only rule, i never give ’em they first strap (never)
so if they got it from me, then they earnt that
promoters book me in the city and the hoes comin’
the feds too ’cause they think we washin’ dope money
it’s true, i was cuttin’ raw for a couple grand (what happened?)
that’s when the underdog got the upper hand
only a couple members out the clique loyal
so i know how it feel to see ’em switch on you (sh-t hurt)
talk down on you, when that don’t go well (what happened?)
that’s when they double back to ride your coat tails
out my own eyes i done seen ’em double
i’m still feelin’ like i need a legal hustle
that phone static up that only mean trouble
blue money in that bright red supreme duffle, ahhh!

[outro]
n-gg-, these n-gg-s not enough for me man
griselda, butcher n-gg-, steroids

- benny the butcher

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