paroles de chanson Bust A Brick Nick - BENNY THE BUTCHER

– can't talk this – like I talk it
'Cause – ain't been where I been
I told – that like three years ago
Who better than Griselda, – (Hahaha)
Who did it like us, – (yo, uh)

– say they nice, but don't shake – up like the Butch' (uh-uh)
I got a movie deal, but chilling, 'cause my real life like a book (uh-huh)
Blue steel knife for the jugg so don't be that life that I took
And next time you sneak diss me, just pay me (just pay me)
I'll write the hook (I'll write that –)
Now look who the bread-earner (earner), the east side Ted Turner
In this business, it's best to stay out your feelings to advance further
Can't shake the –, I told her

"I get the neck, but I can't serve ya" (I mean, you can top me off)
She not my type, but her pops the connect, so I can't curve her (damn)
Before a bullet wound, there was – that permanently hurt me (damn)
In a wheelchair it was hard to smile on my 36th birthday
Being honest, this could be karma I probably deserve in the first place (dumb – I did)
The – I'm thinkin' 'bout on the jet that's landing in Burbank (huh)
– we be back plugging whole units the worst case (whole joints)
These jewels on my shirt say, "–, come here, I don't skirt-chase" (at all)

Put us over, and that was my fourth felony, certainly
Got a warning, I be in Lewisburg right now if they search me
Locked in with plugs, so I know that – y'all coppin' no good (what's that?)
They get the drop (gone), I'm the type to send fiends to shop in your hood
I'm like '95 KG, – I'm with the wolves
But me and city Mike and Pippen 'fore Rodman got to the Bulls, uh
Before we talk paper, let's make a simple assessment
My little crypto investment was probably triple your necklace

On this episode of flavor of love, your bitch a contestant
Said she don't never suck – the first night, this an exception
Hide the paper somewhere safe, a place them – won't expect it
Then calculate how long it's gon' take to get to your weapon (are you strapped?)
No love songs, I kept it gangsta 24, 7 (uh-huh)
You crying-a- rappers', label should send y'all – to Ellen
Ayo, Butch', let me holla at you, wait, chill, chill (hold up)
Give me one second, nah (hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Y'all – like hoes, we can talk when y'all done beggin'
Now, let's talk about this – that I did to become legend
'Cause the money not enough no more (The Butcher comin', –), I want credit (uh-uh)
The money not enough for this, feel like I made too much of it
Seven-figure deal, tell my plug I'm still hustlin' (I'm still hustlin')
Ten-year anniversary, Soprano still bubblin' (huh?)
A Buffalo – with a flow nobody f– with
And the race, I already won, I guess this lap was for victory (uh)

Doing songs with bigger acts and they tell me that's going industry
But look back at my history (look, –) for the past five years
It's like my status been tripling, I get back with humility
Make no excuses, came to the conclusion that y'all should hate me (y'all should)
They wanna do this, but my shooters been cutting off water lately
Too rich to incarcerate me on charges, them odds are shaky
The feds watch me get an M on TV like I'm Carson Daly (huh?)
Streets tore me apart, my heart cold like a orphan baby (like an orphan)

The pain a reminder, I feel like these is the scars that made me (made me who I am)
Had my best run when I lost shape, of course it's crazy (that's my –)
I ask God to bring him back, pray he jump out his coffin, maybe (huh?)
In all white like they ain't never sin, but you will never win
How you gon' call me Hollywood, bitch, and you ain't never been?
You know my regimen, CLS Benz that I ain't never rent (uh-uh)

First thing she do is tell a friend if I ever let her in (damn)
They wanna know how I'm up off records that they don't never spin
Another ten steps ahead of them by the time it all settle in
When I drop, rappers – and this time, they dead again
I got a closet full of measuring cups and dead presidents

The Butcher, – (Alchemist)