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Change - Benny the Butcher & DJ Green Lantern Lyrics


Yo, I'm from a real hood nigga
Montana Ave, East Side of Buffalo
Rich niggas, dead niggas, broke niggas
Legends, rats (everything, nigga)
This ain't no TV shit, knahmean?

Yo, look, uhh

We all done shot dice and shot guns

I done copped white and came through in whips the color of Ox blood

Y'all be in Miami for the bitches and hot tubs

We go to Miami for the bricks, tryin' to spot plugs

Puffin' on sour (sour)

I hurt feelings like it hurt Melo watchin' his wife fucking on Power

I made what the bosses got

Yeah, that's me leavin' out the whip, speedin' out the V-line parking lot

Them East Side sharks is out

It got bad, it seem awful now

I still serve 'em hot like it's waffle house

When it was go time, I ain't panic

I'm God-like, Saint Francis, black Moses with a blank canvas

Foot on these niggas' neck, they can't stand it

I'm careful who I shake hands with

But won't spare you when that K blamin'

To stand here, we had to take chances

And trap by a state campus to find customers we gave samples

I talk about the truth to Olympus

Feds gon' play this song in court and try to use it against us

That's just shit I had to do to put food in the kitchen

Always think before you move, a key rule in this business

I've been nice since the lunch table, young Fredo

This life made me numb, unstable, and ungrateful

Straight through, I only come at you from one angle

Pray to every God and get lucky if one save you

Yo, I'm 'bout to cop the prezzie, swat the dangers

When we leave the spot, they gotta mop the Ace up

You not no gangsta, you know how we watch the Lakers

Courtside by the players, so close I could block a lay-up

You see I lock my lane up, I got my name up

Stories how I copped and rock cocaine up, damn near got me famous

It's because of Daringer

I paint the pictures of a thug's character

Stainless steel snub, (?)

All the hoes I fuck above standards

Yeah, my bitches got 9 to 5's, but bodies like club dancers

No, I tell them bitches one answer

She say I'm mean but I'll lick that pussy clean if it's untampered, huh

Driver speedin' off from a robbery (true story)

With 100k in the Glad bag

Damn, this remind me of Carlito's Way, uhh

Cause Benny always get the last laugh, nigga

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