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benny the butcher & 38 spesh - brick specials lyrics

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[intro: 38 spesh]
huh
ayo, butch
these n+ggas in trouble, man
we back at it
upstate n.y. sh+t, you know what i’m sayin’?
ayo, huh

[verse 1: 38 spesh]
they wonder why i’m successful
’cause my wrist wrestle, one into three, then give a brick special
red dots look like big freckles
it’s six levels to h+ll and i already got your trip scheduled
we turned slums into rich ghettos
from these walls, deserved to get medals, hope the sh+t settles
don’t quit, we legit rebels
i’m the rose from the concrete that grew to have six petals
hustle and scams, i flipped several
we had so much dirt on our hands, we travelled with shovels
learned these hoes is sick devils
i’m quick to kick a b+tch out of the whip, and tell her, “kick pebbles”
what i spit is intellectual
if a b+tch ain’t got her sh+t together, we don’t get s+xual
huh, my life like a lit festival
used to stash dope inside rice like mixed vegetables
trust
[segue: robert de niro, tom noonan & benny the butcher]
ah, four or three plus a driver, you walk in, you knock ’em over, you walk out
and you want a hundred thousand in advance against a ten+percent cut for that?
uh+huh
it sounds like an address to a cowboy score
they hit the hold+up alarms, i’ve got to— (uh)

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
this for people who still mad i’m great
and for street runners, one bag of h and now they back in shape
half a plate of raw and masking tape
they smoke through a screen, that’ll slim down the beauty queen to pageant weight
my girl was mad at dates, i had to break
nine years later, she rich with me, her magic trait was havin’ faith
but my magic trait was baggin’ weight
i made a few stacks a day before sundown like a matinee
the cash just made me a castaway
i’m catchin’ flights, goin’ through claire, without id or a bag to take
give me your 14 pro max, i’m straight
in case my family need to hit me, plus the half a m on apple pay
the game crowded, it don’t have no sp+ce
’cause half the states wished they hustle as soon as they seen us rap on sway
i advocate for all the trappers’ sake
’cause a hustler without nothin’ to sell just a talent waste
butch, ah



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