Текст песни Mfb - BENNY THE BUTCHER

Agh, really ain't shit to talk about
(And I ain't do shit for the strings)
Straight like that, though
Yeah, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man (ah, its like a breath of fresh air)

Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off, and pickin' up
Nigga, what? My picture still up on Seneca (win shit tho')
Hit a lick and split it up, benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

They think I'm good 'cause I'm up well
When in a nutshell, to labels I'ma upsell, street credit, plus sales
They say it's luck, well, I proved 'em wrong
And half-a-million bucks later, yup, still they'll pray to see us fail (I know)

I'm really livin', crib way out the city limit
Bag the big up in 8-Balls, only take twenty minutes, huh
And niggas know my face, car run it up, I don't take long
Far as albums, I hate y'all's, my shit be really hittin' (nigga)

Threw a duffle bag right to the plug, like a shuffle pass
Impossible, I blew through obstacles niggas struggle past
Gave niggas game and they fumble that, I come with that
Humble flex, this Cartier ain't drippin', doin' jumping jacks (agh)

I can't take niggas serious
I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious, my bitch be like, "Period"
Stones in the Cuba get cold as Lake alligator
Weak advice from fuck niggas who ain't give me shit (ah!)

Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off, and pickin' up
Nigga, what? My picture still up on Seneca (ah)
Hit a lick and split it up, benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet, talkin' freely?
Never touched this kind of paper, and secretly, you wanna be me (you don't know shit)
Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off of cheat sheets
Stacked a couple hunnid neatly (ha-ha), my team goin' for a three-peat (let's go)

I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate
My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creep back sporadically (agh)
Put a brick around me and that'd be assault and battery (well)
My city ain't seen this before me, and won't after me (they won't come here)

The mail stacked up, so I'm sittin' on checks
What we gon' spend it on next? Jewels drippin' on set (my shit)
I need a spot out in Florida, where the Seminoles at?
You know, Jacksonville to Tampa like I'm Leonard Fournette (my nigga)

I got love for my niggas, some anxious and some patient
The patient ones up, the others just want cases (damn)
Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathin'
When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playin', ah

Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off, and pickin' up
Nigga, what? My picture still up on Seneca (ah)
Hit a lick and split it up, benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet, talkin' freely?
Never touched this kind of paper, and secretly, you wanna be me
Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off of cheat sheets
Stacked a couple hunnid neatly, my team goin' for a three-peat

(Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air)