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benny the butcher - .762 lyrics

yeah

it’s benny (right)

ayo conway, feel like, feel like i got these n##### in my scope right now

uh, f#ck 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 blazing up reg, tension thick
you tasting 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 n##### just rapping, i’m about everything
need shooters and captains when you scout in a team

time is money, and i’mma need an hour or more
i leave the trap smelling like gunpowder and raw
i’m having nightmares they raiding, huddled out in the hall
same time i was flushing, they was pounding the door

when you tryna get sh#t, you ain’t used to having
might run into some problems, might use some ratchets
might run into some cops, wearing suits and badges
never speak on what you saw, if you do you ratting

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

(chorus)
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 burning coat hangers

smoking on sour, mixed with cookies
revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting p#ssy
i treated the kitchen like chemistry
we unwrap em then we bag em individually
(end chorus)

my intentions was good but the money was evil
[?] cutting diesel, laying up in casinos
i got a hundred clips a hundred straps, none of em legal
tell on you, brick of c4 under your regal
paid since i seen nino, sh#t went out with them guidos
you the type to get your sh#t took and run to a co
i’m the type to get your sh#t 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 8, like a man out his bape
these rap n##### get more weird by the day
i wake up like. what the f#ck i’m gon’ hear bout today

i was still in the hood serving fiends like cvs
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 n##### hating, ain’t you so they had you the villain
mad in they feelings, probably cus’ 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
p#wns and rooks, this sh#t really hard as it look
if walls could talk, they tell you how the raw was cooked
and how we got to be stars from cooks
my first brick, uh

(chorus)
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 burning coat hangers

smoking on sour, mixed with cookies
revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting p#ssy
i treated the kitchen like chemistry
we unwrap em then we bag em individually
(end chorus)

yeah
you already know n####
you already know walls closing in on n##### man
yeah
it’s me
it’s me
i ain’t tellin’ my story in third person
naw
i’m hands on
i’m hands on my n####
yeah

- benny the butcher lyrics

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