US Attorney James Kennedy says is

Connected to Buffalo′s Black Soprano gang

Other members are awaiting sentencing

Ah

The Butcher comin', nigga

Yo

I been sellin′ dreams to sleepers, nigga

Tell the truth, that's the perfect business

'Cause in the drought, I was payin′ double

For some work that wasn′t even worth the ticket

Plate scrapers, went to work to get it

Check my bank statements, probably hurt your feelings

How I'm in every verse admittin′

How I work a kitchen like it's Church′s Chicken

What you know about takin' bags

′Cross state on a half a tank of gas

The first around ain't a workaround

You gotta hit it twice just to make it last

Take a quarter, you make a quarter

Put that together, that'll make a half

When the coke come pressed, it′s

Matter fact, I ain′t tellin' niggas shit

Who are these niggas?

I think they all overrated, I think they all are outdated

I′m independent but they think that I'm signed

To Shady ′cause my jewelry look like I made it

Just got a house

I need a brand new Mercedes, we kickin' ass like DaBaby

I′m on the grind

I'll link with the plugs that I met one

More time if these labels don't pay me, uh

I remember when I first told my father who I was dealin′ with

I′m like, I told him I was dealin' with Benny

He was like, "Benny from Montana?"

He was like, "Be careful with him"

He was like, "That boy crazy, that′s the H block"

I ran off the deep end

Kicked out my mama house, came back carryin' things in

I′m careful 'cause they give you five for a robbery

But they buryin′ kingpins

The real trenches

War with the Feds, nigga, and I'm talkin' real business

For Duffle, was plea to a 20

They forced him to trial, he came back on appeal sentence

These investigations current, nigga

Them wiretaps got me playin′ it safe

Ask Earl Howard ′bout it if you think

I'm frontin′ 'bout that 20 grand a day

This the only block on the East side

Where the dope shooters all come and get it

Quarterbackin′ plays from a kitchen

How an honor student gon' become a chemist

At my mom crib havin′ flashbacks

Ten guns on me like I'm Mad Max

Put the team on with the last batch

But you niggas never gon' be half that

On the road to riches or jail bars

With some niggas that I′ll burn in Hell for

I was feelin′ like the cards was dealt wrong

Got my money up and put myself on, motherfucker

Sure enough, a few months later

It was like 7:30 in the morning

I heard some loud bangin' at the door

Benny went to the window and said, "Bae, it′s the police"

I swear my heart dropped (Yo, uh)

Daydreamin' ′bout my past

Zonin' while I′m drivin', hopin' I don′t crash

Loyal ′cause you feed 'em, that′ll only last

Long as I'm ballin′, Bulls vs. the Jazz

And before you niggas ever got some cash

I could put 200 grams on every half

That's another twenty if you do the math

Carry zeroes over every time I add

West signed a deal, nigga, I was glad

Got me out the hood, I was down bad

Still owe my plug for another half

Every time you bring my name up, he get mad

Then I turned my flip phone to a stash

Six figures, legal money, that ain′t bad

Three-time felon, now I run a business

Every plug I ever met, I made 'em cash

'Fore I rode a tour bus, made a fork jump

Thirty bands on me, made me sag

I can turn your front door to a drug store

Make any kitchen to a lab

Man, I hear these drug stories and I laugh

Talkin′ ′bout the coke sales they never had

Pull up on a nigga, you gon' know the pad

Only house with a Bentley on the grass

But everything is different now

Everything is legal, Benny doin′ what he love to do

I don't gotta worry ′bout no more police kickin' in our doors

Our life is good