GOD$ Don’t Bleed

[Intro: Benny] Ah Aye, I'm, I'm ready for whatever, nigga Butcher, yeah, ok Yep, just like that Uh huh, Griselda, nigga Yo, uh [Verse 1: Benny] Even the FBI said the squad was violent They labeled us young, wild, and homicidal But hustlers treat my last shit like it's some kind of Bible 'Cause I drove with my last brick in a Honda Pilot Missing fathers, he never got his guidance Got in the game, and never got to get his input when I decided It's not surprising, niggas not as nice as Griselda And I'm as bright as my elders, Off-White at Coachella How you on parole with a curfew and some beef? Don't shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets And depending what I'm paying, I could send 'em where you laying Body snatcher jumping out the Renault with it in his hand Had to take a few trips just to kick it with my man Like did he give us what I'm planned, I guess I'm filling up the van, uh Bring it back in bales but distribute it in grams Conversations in the cell, where most criminals advance Let's backtrack, had my first daughter with my first wife Bought my first quarter, caught my first stripe Set up by a nigga, I served twice He got picked up, then he bitched up, like he was 'bout to serve life I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that? Straight facts, blood on the money when it got paid back You know them hustlers who sling packs I'm tying with them same cats in case I gotta get my name back All them nights I had to pray for this, they gon' pay for this No mistaking it, got a safe with no more space in it We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it Take Belichick playbook and still won't be the Patriots Y'all shocked, I'm out your league by a long shot My team gave the city smoke like cigar shops, damn They tryna get my man what Saddam got Say my name and wake these niggas up like alarm clocks [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Niggas run away and they hide, saying New York's full (they hiding) Didn't say his grace and he died his first forkful Nigga that ain't got no pride is unlawful (uh huh) Things that he partakes in are done forceful Dudes that get down like that get done awful (awful) Pull his razor out on sight and come across you Adrenaline rush make him do it with no remorse too (uh) You would do it too, but you know how much it would cost you (you know) I'm in the left lane, tryna see how much that the Porsche do (ha) Do a lot of thinking, so you can say that I'm thoughtful (yeah) We ain't got a corkscrew? Fuck it, just push the cork through (push it through) Yeah, then pour everybody a glass, bitch (everybody) The objective at the end is for everybody to stash it (get money) The grip is in his arm mean everybody the blast (blast) And fall back so everybody can pass Ask me, and I'ma tell you that everybody is trash (trash) I rolled them Backs, I sold them packs (uh huh) Started with the girl, never should have showed him smack (these niggas) Made it through the hate, they couldn't even hold him back (wire) Told 'em everything else, you should have told 'em that (haha) Nigga, now they even saying you did it, or they saw you (uh huh) Ain't no more niggas committed to the morals (uh uh) They should get bullets, double digits in they orals Stay the fuck out of these streets, they ain't for you, nigga [Verse 3: Westside Gunn] Brr, ayo, MAC with the serial scratched (brr) Acne Studio bucket hat stuffed with cracks, 12 12 lumberjacks My city drug infested, cherry Cayman Ss (skr) Four in the baby stretchers, Supreme vest and leathers over baby Hecklers (ah) .40 issue nickel, hit you close range twice (boom boom boom) Advisory Board Crystals, Prestos Off-White First over at the Albright, fiends knocking all night Niggas like "Who that right there," they seen the Porsche lights Extendo hanging out the passenger, it caused a massacre (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) Stick with the dumbbell drum, black as Africa Bullets raining, Stella umbrellas, now they jealous Read the same book but didn't understand the message Drop beamers, Issey Miyake seats The opps obsolete, Chanel mask in the robbery The feds eye on me, I pour some rose gold Drive bys, I let the roach go (skr), still cop big Gabana boatloads I'm so appalled the coke never came back Mr. Goyard Mozart, my shooter need a nose job (boom boom boom boom boom) Left his brains up on these New York, check the chalkboard The Eiffel on the postcard, peace God, peace God [Outro: Sean Price] God is the greatest, we can never be free