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Uh, yeah It's Benny (right) A yo Conway, feel like, feel like I got these niggas in my scope right now Uh, fuck the fame we only came for the bread Told my homie it's a bonus if you aim for the head You point a gun at him, he gon' say, "That ain't what he said" Plus the clip in it long as Wilt Chamberlain leg Lost some homies, spent a couple birthdays in the feds I met plugs, not just thugs, I met Haitians in dreads You know the kicks that I'm lacing are red You blazin' up reg, tension thick, you tastin' the air, I'm blatant, you scared Ridin' out for my team, watching out for the D's You ever stashed work in a house full of fiends? You niggas just rappin', I'm about everything Need shooters and captains when you scoutin' a team Time is money, and I'ma need an hour or more I leave the trap smellin' like gunpowder and raw I'm having nightmares, they raidin', huddled out in the hall Same time I was flushin', they was poundin' the door When you tryna get shit, you ain't used to havin' Might run into some problems, might use some ratchets Might run into some cops, wearin' suits and badges Never speak on what you saw, if you do, you rattin' Real legend, and I'm still plugged in with criminals You catch a case, pray the judge give a minimal I send it through your loved ones when they visit you I live in a town where the love ain't reciprocal Rock your enemy to sleep like the drama dead Then walk up on him in a Rasta wig Who held the city down like a boat anchor? I got smokers in the room burnin' coat hangers Smokin' on sour, mixed with cookies Revenge is the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy I treated the kitchen like chemistry We unwrap 'em then we bag 'em individually My intentions was good but the money was evil I'm Bugsy Siegel, cuttin' diesel, layin' up in casinos I got a hundred clips, hundred straps, none of 'em legal Tell on you, brick of C4 under your Regal Hey, since I seen Nino shooting out with them Guidos We go to weddings, and got on vests under tuxedos You the type to get your shit took and run to a CO I'm the type to get your shit pushed and run to Toledo It's like I was bred to be great, so this bread could get baked Or your head I just take, my hand on this eight, like a man out his Bape These rap niggas get more weird by the day I wake up like, "What the fuck I'm gon' hear bout today?" I was still in the hood serving fiends like CVS With a bracelet on my ankle, that's a GPS They ain't beat me yet, fans still ain't meet me yet James Bond, hopping out that Aston Martin DBS When you being mentioned with the baddest who spittin' Average niggas hatin', ain't you, so they had you the villain Mad in they feelings, probably 'cause the talent ain't in 'em Not only that though, the passion ain't in 'em Take it from me, look My life way deeper than bars and hooks Pawns and rooks, this shit really hard as it look If these walls could talk, they'd tell you how the raw was cooked And how we got to be stars from crooks My first brick, uh Rock your enemy to sleep like the drama dead Then walk up on him in a Rasta wig Who held the city down like a boat anchor? I got smokers in the room burnin' coat hangers Smokin' on sour, mixed with cookies Revenge is the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy I treated the kitchen like chemistry We unwrap 'em, then we bag 'em individually Yeah You already know nigga You already know, walls closing in on niggas, man Yeah It's me, it's me I ain't tellin' my story in third person Nah, I'm hands-on I'm hands-on my nigga Yeah