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Uhh, Benny Steroids, nigga Ayo Green, this shit make me feel This shit me feel way bigger than all the rest of these niggas Yo, uhh... Butcher, look Guess who back like I left somethin' Top drawer full of dirty money, just hundreds These rap niggas funny, most of 'em slept, fuck it They ain't think I'd be a threat by the time of our next run-in (yeah) For that spread I was hard head I went all in just to put bread in my moms hand We street niggas, did business with pot scrapers And learnt tips from politickin' with stock traders How they sucker niggas gon' hate on what God gave us? (how?) From the first floor of the P's to skyscrapers You give a nigga game you figure he might manage Play the cards they dealt me to my advantage like Gambit But nah, I ain't have an easy life I couldn't sleep at night, my nigga, I put that on them Yeezy stripes I used to get the block completely white Crazy how the kids learn to tweet and type before they learn to read and write Uhh, only the game choose who die I'm from the hood like you, where the same rules apply There's two type of niggas, the same few'll ride Letras de cancionesThe rest of 'em fold up when they can't do the time (take note) I wrote the street shit down, had to make it simple This for all the young niggas who I gave a pistol (yeah) To all the shooters that I made official I breed 'em and when I need 'em those niggas that I pay to get you It's like fog come they all need clothes for school By summertime these niggas tryin' to hold a tool My only rule, I never give 'em they first strap (never) So if they got it from me, then they earnt that Promoters book me in the city and the hoes comin' The Feds too 'cause they think we washin' dope money It's true, I was cuttin' raw for a couple grand (what happened?) That's when the underdog got the upper hand Only a couple members out the clique loyal So I know how it feel to see 'em switch on you (shit hurt) Talk down on you, when that don't go well (what happened?) That's when they double back to ride your coat tails Out my own eyes I done seen 'em double I'm still feelin' like I need a legal hustle That phone static up that only mean trouble Blue money in that bright red Supreme duffle, ahhh! Nigga, these niggas not enough for me man Griselda, Butcher nigga, Steroids From Letras Mania