Letra de The Warehouse, pt. 2 - Fuego Base

(Feat. Black Soprano Family, Benny the Butcher, ElCamino, Heem B$F)

(Moose Tarantino)

Yo, uh

I was down on my last dime, uh (That's fucked up)

Lately, I've been around all these bad vibes, it's rough in these sad times (Shit rough)

Uh, family hate me for shit that I won't buy

No shoulder to lean on in this bitch, so I don't cry (I don't)

Uh, I turned my hustle up, they been couldn't fuck with us (Been couldn't)

We can't compare money, 'cause they still didn't touch enough (For real)

Uh, back when we was called on [?], just for double-ups

I served my own uncle, 'cause as kids, we wasn't hugged enough

I smoked my own uncle, punched him in his face

I had to choke my own uncle, just for talkin' out of place (Shut up, nigga)

Uh, we the young boss niggas that made a play

When all else failed, we them young niggas that made a way

I'm the hero that saved the day, in the drought, I sat out

And bought pounds instead of J's, they still stuck in they ways (Stuck in they ways)

Uh, they wonder why I'm so blessed, because I pray (I pray, I did)

Uh, bodies drop when my Italian go

And I be low-key, gettin' blown off, like the stallion tote

Fuck a brick, I'd rather munch glass

Crackin' jokes at my lick, he got meth crumbs in his moustache

They say amongst thieves, there's no kind of trust

If he wasn't breakin' bread, we would have tied him up

Corner spittin', all kind of trucks

Servin' J's that used to be bad, like [?]

Got the dope and the readies, we gon' stay balanced

Whole strip scratchin', like the DJ Shay challenge

Never look back, straight from county

The devil got his tricks, but God don't play about me

Hope a hater don't make me seal his fate

Honestly, I'd rather study real estate

All praises to the author of his hard grammar (Uh)

Tracy fell out, we had to narc' [?] (Ha, they know)

Now they'd probably give me life, if these walls could talk (Give me a sentence, nigga)

Put your life in every verse, then they play it in court

They gon' put you in that church, if that paper be sure

Find a body in the lake, have him makin' reports

When it's time to pull the caper, you the one they extort

Niggas starvin', need paper, come and take what you bought (Let's take all that shit)

In my hood, it get dangerous, full of lions and sharks (Full of lions and sharks)

Know some snakes and few rats that only play in the dark (Niggas only come out at dark though)

Put him in a better place, he wasn't playin' his part (He wasn't playin' his part)

Homie told me "Kill him first", I was playin' it smart

Why you gotta watch niggas? Know I be the shot niggas

Got a dirty four-nick', and it's full of cop killers

I was in the rock business, Butch' got the Roc' with us

It's BSF, niggas say we bring that old LOX feelin'

This that O'Block feelin', I was straight drop-dealin'

Stackin' legal money clean, but that drug money different

When the blood money mentioned (Uh-huh), still it's money over bitches (Money over bitches, nigga)

In the mob I trust, shed blood for my niggas

Spread slugs on them niggas (Spread), pour blood on them niggas (Pour up)

Dig a whole six feet and throw mud on them niggas (Yo, uh, the Butcher comin', nigga, you see, they know)

Who really gettin' busy? Fuck all that contract talk (Contract talk)

You know the gang'll turn this shit back to a contact sport (Contact sport)

It ain't makin' sense, where the facts? (Where they at?), they bait and switch when it's cap (Uh-huh)

But I made it, then I went back, yeah, I played this shit to the max (To the max, nigga)

Uh, when you grind like me, the process slower (Slow)

But you accomplish more, I'm really only seein' shit a prophet saw (A prophet saw)

T-shirt tied around my face, so I ain't breathin' fog

This bowl of [?] raw, the neighbors think we breedin' dogs (Damn)

You make it large, you better stack that, nigga (Stack that, nigga)

You take a loss, first weigh it out, then play your cards, like a blackjack dealer (Blackjack)

Two-car garage, brand new Cadillac in it (Skrrt)

And I'm a boss, so I won't touch her if her bio got her CashApp in it (Ah)

You went pop, that was a choice of yours

Me, I sold rock, so no Kids Choice Award's, I'm at the folk awards

They wanna net me, like the Jordan 4's (Nah)

My old plug, I had to cross, for sure, my new one across the shores

It's obvious, a couple rap bitches on my coattails

Y'all probably got the most sales, but she want the most real (BSF)

She only hit me when the coast clear

'Cause she got a baby by a rapper who payin' the car note still (Ah)

Everybody don't got it, guess I was meant to lead

When the doctor delivered me, my mama ain't feel a thing (Nothing)

The Butcher put you in that guillotine, they salty when you mention me

'Cause 2022 was a killin' spree (The Butcher comin', nigga), ah

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