Never Seen A Man Cry

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Uh-huh You know what they say right? You're only as good as your last run And I'm on my best run So what that tell you about me? The Butcher coming nigga [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] I'm done doin' favors, made money, I'm too busy to spend I need appointments just to thumb through the paper All foreign's when we come through in Vegas Walk in the house with bricks like I'm 'bout to teach Kung Fu to neighbors I was just a dealer, I'm a healer, in my present state Put it in the wrong pot and it came back a crescent shape Meetings with the plug I'm landin' somewhere in Texas late We spent six hours politickin' like election day Streets still callin' me, that silverware talk to me, and tell me it can make my family wealthy as the Carnegie's City has some work for me, my aunt had a job for me I told bruh to tell unc' I wasn't home if he called for me These rap niggas pussy, the dope game violent I gave these niggas tutorials on cocaine science Real niggas left, just a few of us, she ride me like a school bus I fuck with her but I don't tell her too much She know the rapper Benny, she don't know the trapper Benny In that Caprice Classic I'm in traffic with a half on Benny In a cell, my right hand put up the bail cash for Benny (Yeah) Now I'm in court with two lawyers speaking on behalf of Benny [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Look, count the money and spray the hundreds on the top of the mattress I just been trapping from the bottom, I never had shit Free my homie, he behind the wall for poppin' his ratchet Take 500 to his baby mama, drop off a package We was baggin' 5/8ths burnin' the top of the plastic Now "Look What I Became" about to drop, it's a classic Rockin' Versace while I'm shopping at Saks Fifth Get out of pocket, I'll have your mama shoppin' for caskets boy 35 hundred for a pair of glasses Wearing Hermes rarest fabric, bitches tell me I'm charismatic I carry 'matics, I will air and clap it The FN jacket hit his bullet proof vest and tear in half it Put you in a box and not the spital My bitch look like Saweetie, my pockets on Lizzo We dollar boxes, split the profit down the middle My young boy Kimba, he shot it off the dribble motha fucka [Verse 3: Spesh] Don't let me show you what this 4 pound do Stand point blank range, let a close round flew Your folks gon' get smoked if they go 'round you Like a breakfast and lunch spot, they get a close round too, huh All I had was a stable block, independent You got hot from a label, I made my label hot Got 10 bricks on a table top They see me to put bread on the table, I'm like the bagel shop I meet a plug, then I make 'em pop And if he don't appreciate what I make him then I'ma take hiS spot I gave four plugs fatal shots Put four lines on the ground like I'm tryin' to create a box I'm the nigga that the haters watch I'm connected like Lego blocks or the line to the cable box And I ain't never been afraid of cops In prison, George had the same vision that Diego got You ain't never seen a cell block Used to hide when we saw 12, now we drive V12 drops The nigga cried then his barrel dropped That's how a stand up guy transform to a female cop My first charge, I was shell shocked My ole bitch called the police on me, had me in jail hot They found an ounce in my mailbox Called an F for my O with my X like I'm trying to spell fox, hum