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benny the butcher & harry fraud - when tony met sosa lyrics

[intro]
ayo, you know every time i come back, my sh+t a1
n+ggas be like, “yo, ayo, you saved this rap sh+t”
i be like, “nah, this rap sh+t saved me though”
(la música de harry fraud) uh

[verse]
when n+ggas said they need less trappers and more poets
i kept talkin’ to hustlers that’s more heroic
it’s a difference when you rise out the ghetto, come back and grow it
the game broke my heart in three places, i never show it
close my eyes and the voice in my eardrums tell me ‘fore the feds come
to turn these bread crumbs to a hedge fund
y’all the type to change your life when n+ggas survive shootings
you made it out alive, retired, and drive uber
i laugh at this whole sh+t, how i captured it so quick, yeah
i ran the field with the passion of old vick
y’all dumb n+ggas broke ’cause money and accidents don’t mix
trafficked my flow just like i’m back to my old tricks
been a young legend, i caught flashes in ’06
b+ttons on the driver’s side make the passenger door flip, yeah
i’ve been gettin’ a little too accurate, i need new challenges
you know the rules, if you move backwards, then you do calendars
for street n+ggas, i’m the new catalyst, but who fathomed it?
my heroes in federal sweat suits and new balances
what’s the outcome for n+ggas like me? where do i land?
i put a prezi on my wrist when the streets forced my hand
bumpin’ into old beef in my city, we spinnin’ blocks
there’s pressure until we get the respect you give your pops
can only name a few rhymers who had it like, “dude got it”
make a list, huh, and i’m on they heels like shoe polish
i let n+ggas talk all last year, i was too modest
whole gang up and my safe stuffed like a jew wallet
uh, i pray for block boys who phones doin’ fifteen hundreds
just to turn the sh+t he pumpin’ into crispy hundreds
yeah, okay, we know it’s rap, but don’t forget we hustlers
and how we used to bag dope up on empty stomachs
[outro]
uh, the butcher comin’, n+gga
f+ck n+ggas talkin’ ’bout?
every time i come back, my sh+t a1
that’s why the n+ggas in the jails f+ck with me
that’s why them n+ggas in the offices f+ck with me
ayo, fraud, this sh+t crazy
this nostalgic, n+gga
sh+t feel like when tony met sosa
ah, this for my n+ggas, man
i been ten toes down, that’s why my sh+t sound like this
i ain’t make none of this up
big griselda, black soprano family
the butcher comin’, n+gga

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