Letra de Thruway Music 2 - Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh

(Feat. 38 Spesh)

'Cause niggas is still in the streets (Uh-huh)

Niggas is still doin' what they do

So niggas tend to get back to that

Huh, yo

It ain't no secret that I really found plugs and showed the town love

I put it down before I had an underground buzz

I ain't do all this hard work to be around thugs

I'm in the Barclay Crown Club gettin' my child grub

Labou, got it out mud, they got my house bugged

They ran in four Philly cribs and never found drugs

Huh, this four-pound snub'll leave your ground dug

It's groundhogs in my backyard and brown cubs

Put it all on my vision board, then I hit record

When you stay down with your dogs, this is the reward

We was poor, no furniture, sittin' on the floor

Fast forward, me and my son, sittin' on the floors

I ain't budge when they tried to throw a bag at me

Y'all could go ahead, laugh at me

I refuse to let these record labels lab-rat me

I got a brick for every bump on your face

And y'all niggas got bad acne

Re-in' up was a weekly move

In '06, we had bricks in the P.T. Cruise'

Wearin' jewels with no gun? Got to teach these fools

But y'all done shed enough blood to fill a three-feet pool

If you was really in these streets, then we'd be cool

My life made completely for the TV too

I know crackheads that look like the E.T. dude

And I could turn a half a square to a 3D cube, Trust (Yeah, uh)

I'm steady winnin', you don't see me bored, you see the score

We turn beef to "Rest in Peace" murals, graffiti wars

The spot I'm in, I couldn't dream of more

But this game is hard to love

It feel like siblings that you ain't meet before

And I'm still movin' merch, so imagine that stoppin

Nigga, I really sold white, fifty palettes of cotton

I'm teachin' class, I'm glad y'all been watchin'

Got your stash in my pocket

Off servin' white like I'm Baskins and Robbin

This for my niggas duckin' drug bids, that was us at 'cuz crib

With bricks in the room, stacked up like bunk beds

I got a soft heart, I love kids

I've been the best connect, I helped make niggas rich as they plugs did

I'm from the crack era where pitchin' wasn't easy

Ain't no table in the house, sit that digi on the TV

Lil' snot nose, I come for a fifty if you need me

Block slow, feelin' like Adidas, sittin' on them Yeezy's

I'm not into that, I know about y'all trickin' on them Breezy's

Wrist chillin', lookin' like I'm pourin' crystals from a Fiji

By street laws we gon' rock, so ain't no pictures when you see me

And weak floors at the top just mean your ceilin' more squeaky, Butch'

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