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[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Yeah, uh If this don’t wake the streets up, I don’t know what will It’s Benny Griselda Uh, this my life, nigga, I’m still front line I’m still front line, nigga [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Yo, I put the truth on every page I jotted I slang narcotics from the steps of my crib, my mom complained about it I weighed my options, persuaded by the chains and watches Only if you saved your profit, you obtain them objects Shoeboxes to bank deposits, and I’m thankful, honest Uh, ‘cause I’m to my city, probably what Dre to Compton We started off gram coppers, now we land shoppers Rubber bands popping in my Balmain pants pocket First I opened up a trap, then I franchised it Taking chances with the niggas I played with in sandboxes My flow street smart and toxic Life of a vet, Griselda, write us a check, we’ll get your brand profit They gon’ label us the greatest regardless We been through worse conditions so that made us the hardest, uh These niggas aiming like that made us a target Bag full of straps, that’s like two hundred pages of charges, uh [Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Westside Gunn] I’m riding with my fourth felony I know niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70 (Uh, brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot) (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70 (Brr) It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG (Brr, boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) [Verse 2: Conway] Look, still spit it the hardest, ain’t nothing changed I drink a cup of pain while I fluff the 'caine You a sucker and a lame, we ain’t the fucking same A rapper mention my name, I’ma bust his brain Yeah, every nigga from my block a savage Rob and popping ratchets, dropping caskets, we are not your average I got shot in my top but it ain’t stop the passion I just got up and got shit popping, I kept dropping classics Eight hundred for my Versace glasses Teaching my youngins how to break up the bricks, call it karate classes Drop the top on the Aston out in Calabasas Bitch ass so fat, she hopped out and it stopped the traffic Huh, I was just at NOBU eating lobster with Jasmine Racks and pocket diamonds in the watch was flashing Talking crazy, nigga, I know how to stop the madness I’ma just have El Camino pop his cabbage They ain’t give me shit when they was rapping blocks in plastic Now they hurting and I’m up, they had to watch it happen Get out of pocket, nigga, watch what happens Choppers blasting, shots not stopping ’til your top get splashing Griselda, we ‘bout to lock this shit It’s funny how niggas hating on my accomplishments but ain’t accomplished shit See, I’m a real nigga and you the opposite The whole summer, my young boys chopping shit Griselda, nigga [Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Westside Gunn] I’m riding with my fourth felony I know niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70 (Uh, brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot) (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70 (Brr) It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG (Brr, boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) [Outro: Benny the Butcher] It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70 Woo It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG Nigga, catching all 70