Benny The Butcher - Johnny P's Caddy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Benny The Butcher - Johnny P's Caddy (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, 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 Soprano 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 (Ah)
The 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 made 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 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
Come with that energy 'cause some
shit gon' always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to
Griselda, I say, "Validity"
They askin' 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 relyin'
Got these nerds thinkin' that
you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable
as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth, no, 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 was proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in
a noose, never lettin' them loose
Cold World, the heater 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 in mass
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 tell you he never lied, nigga
Yeah, Tana Talk
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