paroles de chanson Johnny P's Caddy - J. Cole , Benny The Butcher
Yeah
(You
know?)
Tana
Talk
4,
nigga
(This
shit
mean
a
lot
to
me,
know
what
I
mean?)
You
know
this
shit
don't
feel
as
good
as
it
look
(Big
Griselda)
I'ma
keep
it
real
with
you
(Black
Sopranos
Family)
I'm
straight,
though
(I'm
good)
This
street
shit
made
me
what
I
am
today
(Niggas
know
I
went
so
hard
for
this
shit
I
deserve
this
shit,
nigga)
Argh,
Butcher
comin',
nigga
This
ain't
my
story
'bout
rags
to
riches,
more
'bout
how
I
mastered
physics
(Uh-huh)
In
the
game,
I
used
to
train
like
Rocky,
catchin'
chickens
(Yeah)
I
was
nice,
but
they
was
right
when
they
told
me
that
rap
a
business
I
had
ten
bands
in
my
stash
when
I
passed
over
half
a
million
Come
easily?
No
good,
don't
be
surprised
I
outlast
these
niggas
It's
like
they
put
out
a
smash
then
they
gone
in
a
flash,
admit
it
And
then
they
make
tracks
and
diss
us
like
that's
gon'
add
up
the
digits
(Fuck
you
doin'?)
They
showin'
fake
racks
in
pictures
like
that's
gon'
attract
the
bitches
That
was
really
me,
nigga,
I
ain't
have
to
act
in
Conflicted
(Nah)
Only
difference
is
I'm
livin',
and
I
would've
whacked
one
of
'em
niggas
Who
knew
that
after
drug
dealin'
I'd
still
be
casual
spending
mil'
plus?
Annual
income,
so
here's
my
manual
and
then
some
And
this
Eastside
shit
still
in
me
My
ability
to
turn
words
to
imagery
prolly
the
reason
they
gon'
remember
me
(Let's
talk)
Figure
me,
walk
this
tightrope
with
a
feline's
agility
The
streets
did
so
much
shit
to
me,
I
can
never
live
civilly
I
can
never
leave
the
scene
without
checkin'
my
mirrors
visually
(Mm-hmm)
Come
with
that
energy
'cause
some
shit
gon'
always
stick
with
me
They
wanna
know
what
I
brought
to
Griselda,
I
say,
"Validity"
They
asking'
"What
work
y'all
niggas
put
in?",
I'm
like,
"What
didn't
we?"
Problems
that
I
correct
through
the
obstacles
I
progress
Illogical
for
them
to
feel
they
responsible
for
our
success
Besides
Con'
and
West,
tell
me,
who
else
I
gotta
respect?
(Who
else?)
'Cause
I'm
kinda
perplexed,
it's
'bout
time
that
I
got
my
respect
It's
the
Butcher,
nigga
Ah,
let's
go
'Bout
time
that
I
got
my
respect,
it's
the
Butcher,
nigga
Yeah,
Cole
fuckin'
World
Griselda
shit,
you
know
what
I
mean?
(Griselda)
You
know
what
it
is,
nigga,
when
I
show
up
I'm
on
ten,
nigga,
not
nine
On
the
night
I
was
born,
the
rain
was
pourin',
God
was
cryin'
Lightnin'
struck,
power
outage,
sparks
was
flyin'
The
real
one's
here,
the
young
boy
that
walk
with
lions
Around
the
outlines
of
chalk
where
the
corpses
lyin'
Of
course
I'm
tryin'
to
revive
a
sport
that's
dyin'
But
the
guns
and
the
drug
bars
that
y'all
rely
on
Got
these
nerds
thinking'
that
you
niggas
hard
as
I
am
But
that
just
mean
I
ain't
as
comfortable
as
y'all
with
lyin'
Stretchin'
the
truth,
know
I
never
stress
in
the
booth
They
feel
the
pressure,
me
I
feel
like
I
just
left
the
masseuse
Effortless,
how
I'm
skatin'
on
these
records
is
proof
I
put
your
favorite
rapper
neck
in
a
noose,
never
lettin'
them
loose
Cole
World,
the
heat'll
blast
through
your
speaker
He
the
last
of
Mohicans,
no
weaklings
last
in
my
sneakers
Nigga
want
me
on
a
song,
he
gon'
see
the
wrath
of
the
reaper
I'm
prolly
gon'
go
to
Hell
if
Jesus
ask
for
a
feature
I'm
higher
than
niggas
and
don't
need
a
bag
full
of
reefer
Some
see
the
glass
as
empty,
I
see
a
glass
full
of
ether
Collectin'
his
bread
en
masse
like
he
a
Catholic
preacher
Just
to
count
a
nigga
cash,
you
might
need
a
calculus
teacher
Eureka,
Einstein
on
the
brink
of
the
theory
of
relativity
Really,
no
MC
equal,
feel
me?
Cole
pen
be
lethal,
crib
like
an
old
MTV
show,
uh
On
God,
the
best
rapper
alive
Headshot,
now
go
and
ask
the
best
rappers
that
died
They'll
tell
you
he
never
lied,
nigga
Yeah,
Tana
Talk
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