Letra de SS2 Freestyle - Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh

(Feat. 38 Spesh)

Right now, niggas

Huh? Upstate

Make sure y'all go and get that, man

Sway in the morning (My nigga Duffell)

Rest in peace DJ Shay, rest in peace, Prick, man

Rest in peace Loverboy, my nigga

Ah, ah

Let's go (Let's go)

Ayo, ayo

One call, two broads bringin' the bricks back

Three traps, 'bout four in the mornin', they blitzed that

Now off every joint, I make five or six stacks

He lift and weight and snitch, that guy's a gym rat

Seven chains, eight watches, feel like my wrist snapped

And nine out of ten rappers get bitch-slapped, uh

They want our crown, so we base-fully hold ours

Yeah, this king shit, they got to pay me in gold bars

These bars so sacred, you got to quote on a chapel

And this dope won't burn, unless it's rolled in tobacco

My safe space, a few hundred acres, ownin' a castle

Niggas I fed bit my hand, like the logo from Apple

Butch' on high alert, when I'm asleep, especially

'Cause the only way I can protect my peace is if my piece protect me

A white girl on my lap, then it won't be a Becky

I took a ki' and stre—, ayy, look

Girl or boy, no matter what you got a bird of, get rid of it

A twenty-year run is unheard of

That two hundred cash, I had stashed in a shirt of

You sell a bag and kill a fiend, that's first-degree murder

I remember, it was twenty on a truck when y'all was one brick status (Mmm)

I re-up with everything, that's how funds get balanced (Mmm)

But y'all know, once it's crackin', it comes with static

It's so hot, I can't talk, it's like the one-chip challenge (Mmm)

These big jewels on my neck, that's 'bout a hundred in change, uh

But y'all the type to make a couple hundred and change

This the life of a streetrunner, doublin' 'cane

Bouncin' from two or three spots and not one in your name (Woo)

Y'all got split personalities, from me, y'all hide that, ah

No pads, but the streets all contact (Woo)

I'm quarterback one, nigga

And I ain't in a league, but my new deal look like a Seahawks contract (BSF, nigga)

Ayy, ain't gotta ask me will I invest? You know I'm still a connect

Without cash, shit, I'm feelin' depressed (What else?)

I buy a house while still under stress

Renovate it, now the accent wall match the ceiling and steps (Woo)

Criminal background, drug dealin' and theft

Hard to make millions without dealin' regret

Huh, a whole lot dealin' with Spesh

Write a check you can't cash, hell gon' be your billin' address

Huh, to beat my price, they all be tryin'

Corny guys know I provide the ticket that be hard to find

I could sell this for forty-five

But I'ma meet you at twenty-three hundred, like it's army time

Huh, I had to get more in control (Woo)

Huh, nigga, I had to get more on the roads

Back then, you know, I had affordable goals

In '04, I used to travel with a portable stove (Hmm)

Had to put my old ho' on the road

She was forty years old, first time she transported a load

I'm the reason your daughter chose cocaine

But don't blame me, 'cause she got her father's nose

Huh, was on the road for five weeks

My license bad, I don't drive, I pay the passenger side sleep

Huh, five freaks

So many hoes tried to hop in the ride, I had to assign seats (Hahaha)

I don't feed tramps (Yeah)

If I sent flowers to her house, then it was weed plants

You know me, I feed camps

Givin' you a brick is how I extend the olive tree branch

I'll show you how to get free bands

Yeah, this work stepped on, but it'll still make a fiend dance

A rich nigga in cheap pants

But the way I whoop your ass, you'd think I had three hands, Trust

Yeah, let's go, nigga

Who is the king?

Ah (Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?)

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