Lyrics Blacc Cream (feat. Benny The Butcher) - Tsu Surf , Benny The Butcher

(Sharke on the beat, black cream)
Gang!

No pictures with the plug, he good as don't exist
A duffle bag of hundreds with us
Favors open doors, don't let 'em front it to us
I gotta decline kind gestures
Came from money, business partners if you trust me with it
Bitch, she bilingual 'case it's funny business

Them niggas only know you got it if you make it known
Trips to the face alone, short on conversations, feds tapin' phones
Heard a lil' static, had to change the phone
Square bitch drivin', tryna make it home

Who you got besides yourself might as well go and get it
He just wanna beat it, bro, wouldn't cuff a co-defendant
Trench is like the jungle, who survivin'? (Who survivin'?)
Pictures on the table, both shooters and who drivin'? (Who drivin'?)
The clarity's surprisin' (crazy)

Trap things, out here since the AM for this black cream
First name basis with these crack fiends (yo)
Cops inquirin' 'bout what these tats mean
I'm just tryna stack cream (flex, flex), that all black cream

(Black cream)
Ayo, Surf, you know I feel you on this shit, right?
(Black cream) Uh-huh
Check one, check two (Black cream)
(Black cream) Butcher comin', nigga

Shoulda seen me, grindin' and stayin' alive wasn't easy
Needed more hammers than hugs when Mama couldn't feed me
Trusted the process and like magic made them pussies king me
Treated the pyrex and the cabinet like it was a genie

Probably start up a turf war off a Benny and Surf song
At your funeral, twenty niggas with straps in a church hall
If you real, you get your name on a tat or a verse dawg
Twenty-one gun salute in a lot, then we murk off

Niggas envy 'cause they never could fuck with me, it's too much
They want me sittin' back in federal custody, I had enough
I walked the plug for a eighteen soft and patched it up
Told that nigga, "I'm around, get with us" and backed it up

What you know about black cream? I'm havin' bad dreams
That I'm down to my last few thou' with my last fiends
Brown dope with white cut, it's like a halfbreed
I'ma make it, stack it and clean it, long as cash green
The Butcher!
(Black cream)