Album Cover Billy Joe

Billy Joe

Benny The Butcher

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Yeah, nigga

I don′t gotta say too much, ah

Y'know my track record

My- my reputation precedes itself

Griselda

Anything you heard about me might be true, nigga

Real shit (yo)

Sammy Gravano told on bodies, they gave that boy immunity

They give a dope boy life, say we destroyin′ communities

I let 'em make me out the villain, I stay poised as Putin be

Y'all tryna do the pigs′ job

Y′all like the boys in blue to me (yeah, that's cops)

I wasn′t really good at shit, so sellin' poison suited me (doped up)

Low income based livin′, my pops avoided schooling me (he did)

So how I'm ′posed to feel?

These hoes ain't using me

Makin' choices foolishly

It took a fair case and some more to get through to me (uh huh)

Streets know I′m activated, don′t slack, I get at the paper

I'm one classic from great up amongst these rappers today

But I ain′t talk the kinda shit I'm talkin′

'Til I had my weight up (I′m up)

Vino beggin' me to put a hundred slabs on a tractor trailer, uh

Laughin' at my opps passing through

Like, "I′ll catch you later", right

I′m driving fast shit like the cast from Talladega Nights

They're comfortable on phones, talkin′ work on your line dangerous

I won't sell another brick again ′til I learn sign language, mm (ah)

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half

Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass

I served my next-door neighboor, my auntie, and stepdad

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half

Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass

I served my next-door neighboor, my auntie, and stepdad (ah)

Fuck all the critics, we did it the hard way (facts)

This for the check cashin' spots on Fillmore and Broadway (uh huh)

I treat my city like Monopoly, sittin′ on park place (park shit)

The engine in this shit I'm whippin' in

Fit for a car chase, uh (skrrrt)

I′m sick of all these fake bosses and temporary soldiers

I put 20 in a Toyota down in Tempe, Arizona

Rich shit, fuckin′ famous hoes missionary on sofas (huh?)

Thousand dollar suites on jets flyin' out to meet with my broker

But how it get to this (how?)

Tell me, you ever sleep with a cobra? (you ever did that?)

And get hit with cheap work, you know the powder sink when it′s soda

Damn, counted out a half a million

With my eyes closed (with my eyes closed)

Cause this year, I feel like I'm ′99 Hov (let's go)

I′m breakin' records, settin' milestones out in Hawaiian timezones

Nobody cried when they killed Alpo (fuck all that shit)

Y′all still on them phones, talkin′ work on your line dangerous

I won't sell another brick again ′til I learn sign language (grrah)

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half

Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass

I served my next-door neighboor, my auntie, and stepdad (stepdad)

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half (fresh half)

Then gave all my fiends rides

To get they checks cashed (checks cashed)

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass

I served my next-door neighboor, my auntie, and stepdad, mm (stepdad)