The Blue Building Letra - Benny the Butcher & Black Soprano Family ft. Black Soprano Family, Amber Simone

Summertime Butch'

Ayo, it's still a lot to unpack

(These are the real Sopranos)

Don't tell me y'all think y'all know everythin' about me already

Let's start right here though

Us bein' the black sheep of the family

I took the burdens my mother carried

Only visited once to where my brother buried

Ain't no surprise all my talents was culinary

They say the sample don't fall too far from the beat

Like, you know the apple don't fall too far from the tree

How would I know? My biological pops, we ain't meet

That puzzled me, nah, 'cause literally, I was the missin' piece

Walkin' up the block to see my older partners kick it

And then I would be influenced after watchin' niggas

So influenced that I'd seen the movie, and even though he died

I still wanted to be Cane after watchin' "Menace"

When it's in your veins, who can you blame? It's strange

They askin' me my goals and I'm runnin' out of shit to name

I just feel like after the Lord bless you

And you make it out in one piece, anythin' else is extra

The feds wanna check a possession charge on my record

'Cause outside of music, I made a killin' like Phil Spector

If pressure make diamonds, well, guess I'm a watch collector

Who the fuck I'm kiddin'? I'm really a watch collector, ah

Lord knows I got a fight in me

Now all these blessings fallin' down on me

Got a problem, take it up with the team

What don't concern them don't concern me

My biggest haters say they proud of me

Tried to lock me out, I found the key

I'm the blueprint, now they followin' me

The mob is mobbin' deep, that's all that I need, and oh (Ah)

You know the money won't ever compare to love

I still keep a stick and pair of gloves, like I'm Aaron Judge

I know y'all thought I was finished after they shot me

My rise since been godly, guess God rinsed my body in gold

Trolls tell me I got dissed by Cole on my record

I'm like "Is y'all slow?" That's my nigga

We havin' hour-long conversations from home

I'm pickin' his brain on my way to the throne

I ain't no dumb nigga

I ain't get here focusin' on figures alone

I played more of the distributor role

He told me, "Butch', if you see yourself winnin', you got a vision to throw"

I'm doin' freestyles, spittin' in cold, that's real shit

I went to Switzerland, Rolex shoppin'

Fucked around and bought a Hublot, you know life's funny like that

We say Sopranos, 'cause we really mean the mob

And besides all that family shit, I'm really gettin' money like that

Butch

Lord knows I got a fight in me

Now all these blessings fallin' down on me

Got a problem, take it up with the team

What don't concern them don't concern me

My biggest haters say they proud of me

Tried to lock me out, I found the key

I'm the blueprint, now they followin' me

The mob is mobbin' deep, that's all that I need, and oh

Summertime Butch'