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US Attorney James Kennedy says ***** is connected to Buffalo's Black Soprano gang Other members are awaiting sentencing Ah, the Butcher comin', nigga Yo I been sellin' dreams to sleepers, nigga, 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 scrapers, 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 across 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 coke come present it's- matter fact, I ain't tellin' niggas shit Who are these niggas? I think they all overrated, I think they all are outdated I'm independent but they think I'm signed to Shady 'cause my jewelry look like I made it Just got a house, I need a brand new Mercedes, we kickin' ass like DaBaby I'm on the grind, I link with the plugs that I met, one more time if these labels don't pay me, uh I remember when I first told my father who I was dealin' with I'm like, I told him I was dealin' with Benny And he was like, "Benny from Montana?" He was like, "Be careful with him" He was like, "They goin' crazy, that's the H block" Yo, I ran off the deep end, kicked out my mama house, came back carryin' things in Letras de cancionesI'm careful 'cause they give you five for a robbery, but they buryin' kingpins The real trenches, war with the Feds, nigga, and I'm talkin' real business For Duffle, was plea to a 20, they forced him to trial, he came back on a pill sentence These investigations current, nigga, 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 a 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 niggas never gon' be half that On the road to riches or some jail bars with some niggas that I'll burn in Hell for Feelin' like the cards was dealt wrong, got my money up and put myself on, motherfucker Sure enough, a couple 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 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 versus the Jazz And before you niggas ever got some cash, I could put 200 grams on every half That's another 20 if you do the math, carry zeroes over every time I add West signed a deal, nigga, 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, 30 bands on me, made me sag I can turn your front door to a drug store, make every kitchen turn into a lab Man, I hear these drug stories and I laugh, talkin' 'bout the coke sales they never had Pull up on a nigga, you gon' know the pad, only house with a Bentley on the grass 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 Life is good From Letras Mania