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benny the butcher - 5 to 50 lyrics

[skit: reporter]
us attorney james kennedy says —- is connected to buffalo’s black soprano gang
other members are awaiting sentencing

[intro: benny the butcher]
ah
the butcher comin’, n-gg-
yo

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
i been sellin’ dreams to sleepers, n-gg-
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 scr-pers, 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 c-ke come pressed, it’s
matter fact, i ain’t tellin’ n-gg-s sh-t
who are these n-gg-s? i think they all overrated, i think they all are outdated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’ -ss 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

[interlude: india]
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”

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
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, n-gg-, 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, n-gg-, 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 n-gg-s never gon’ be half that
on the road to riches or jail bars
with some n-gg-s that i’ll burn in h-ll for
i was feelin’ like the cards was dealt wrong
got my money up and put myself on, motherf-cker

[interlude: india]
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

[verse 3: benny the butcher]
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 n-gg-s 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, n-gg-, 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 c-ke sales they never had
pull up on a n-gg-, you gon’ know the pad
only house with a bentley on the gr-ss

[outro: india]
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

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