Letra de Intent To Sell - Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh

(Feat. 38 Spesh)

Ayo, the motherload was expensive, we flew it in privately

The drugs make it through, it's gon' boost the economy

It's insurance on this work if you a proven commodity

Every time you re-up, you're renewin' your policy

The Black James Bond, a new Sean Connery

But the difference is I'm rich off shootings and robberies

Still buy stolen property from a lot of fiends

My crib got a room that look like the Dollar Tree

At least twelve million in cash when we re'ing up

Five hunnid bricks split up between three of us

Cookin' cocaine so long, I start seein' stuff

Thank God I'm off parole and ain't gotta pee and flush

Only a boss could be in Trust

And if you ain't coppin' and keyin' up, you're not seein' us

Mexican dope, Korean cut

The dog food I keep always cheap like I'm breedin' mutts

Trust

Ah, the Butcher coming, nigga (Butch)

Yeah

I'm grateful, them corners taught us everything in life

I know about back blocks to my legal rights (All that)

Track marks from mosquito bites (All that)

Dinner with the plug, chicken, beans, and rice, I seen them twice

And made cheese from white, I never touched a scene like Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ)

One up top, that's how I sleep at night (That's how I sleep)

I fed the town while a detective just crept around like a cheatin' wife

It got a different meanin' to it when I catch the mail

Y'all losers, I'm good, I only like zeros on checks and scales (Ah)

You know heavy is the head (Ah) duckin' setups from the feds (Uh)

Buried in a mattress, it's only skeletons and bread (That's all)

They tappin' phones and payin' rats off, tryna catch up, I'm ahead

Tap my lawyer on the leg, seconds, the evidence was read

Old feelings I caught from dope dealin', birds exchanged for Benji's

Might have returned from the game, but really

My nerves still the same, it's Zimmy (It's shakes)

I see a good block

I might catch them urges the same, you dig me (The same)

My relationship with the plug is the same as the first day he hit me, ah

'Cause we know we nice

We know niggas can't fuck with us, man

That's how we always knew

We just ain't really had the opportunity to show niggas

But if we was on record with your favorite rappers

They wouldn't even be your favorite rappers no more

Like, if we had a chance to be on record with your favorite rappers

You know, we would smoke them

Back then, and, from, from back then, you know what I'm sayin', to now

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