[Benny the Butcher] In the middle of all this Money, shows, clothes, and hoes You know I still think about my niggas (La música de Harry Fraud)
[Benny the Butcher] Uh, you know my type, I´m official built (One hundred) When I was nine, my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk To be this clean, I had to live through filth (Shit was dirty) Your dog´ll get you peeled, for you to stand this tall, I gotta get you stilts (Nigga) You got plans on gettin´ rich? Well, consider this The ones who expect the most favors ain´t give you shit (Fuck you want?) I was the best cook, stepped on work with my right and left foot Before you even knew how a connect looked You know my pot game was textbook (Text)
Who sold more dope than us except Push? The proof is how my neck look (My neck look) I tell my bitch to get dressed up (Put that on) But I keep the same shit on, new twenty bands and a fresh cut Remember when I told Black to give me a mention (Free Sirius Black) He pulled up in fifteen minutes to give me a biscuit (True story) I thought about this rap shit and had to stick to the business I changed my mind, he didn´t, now he doin´ twenty in Clinton And that could´ve been me
[Benny the Butcher] Uh, this supposed to be success Then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty? (I feel stressed out and guilty)
Damn, ´cause I´m paid And all my niggas in the Feds or the grave, that shit kill me (Dog, you know that shit kill me) Uh, that could´ve been me I think about it everyday, yeah, that could´ve been me (Real shit, they got my name too) That could´ve been me (Could´ve been me) I answer every call from jail ´cause that could´ve been me, real shit
[Rick Hyde] In the cold, it get grimy out, they do you dirty for all kind of clout (Grrah) The OGs throwin´ bombs like a timin´ route I´m more comfortable with my diamonds out This that hoodie under army fatigue jackets with the linin´ out After that one little run, you ain´t been poppin´ since (What happened?)
My plug guarantee me fifty, Gregg Popovich See that could´ve been me, stressed out, lockin´ in My young boy gon´ pull up with that fire like he´s Papa Nicks (Doot, doot, doot, doot) Yeah, that would´ve been me callin´ collect Tellin´ my war stories to the vets Free Hottie ´til it´s backwards, free Dark Lo and the rest My hood goin´ through a crisis, ain´t no real niggas left (Damn) Ain´t no fathers, if you make it out your twenties, then you blessed (Amen) That won´t change your situation when your mama and them stressed If it´s sixty when it´s wholesale, it´s ninety with the Fent´ (Whip, whip) Grab your pot and grab your scale, it gets colder than Quebec
It could´ve been me
[Benny the Butcher] Uh, this supposed to be success Then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty? (I feel stressed out and guilty) Damn, ´cause I´m paid And all my niggas in the Feds or the grave, that shit kill me (Dog, you know that shit kill me) Uh, that could´ve been me (Yeah) I think about it everyday, yeah, that could´ve been me (That could´ve been me, uh, real shit, they got my name too, know what I´m sayin´) That could´ve been me (Could´ve been me, fuck I do to deserve this?) I answer every call from jail ´cause that could´ve been me (Yeah, let´s go), real shit (La música de Harry Fraud)
[Benny the Butcher] I kept my foot on they necks, right where it´s ´posed to be (Right where it´s ´posed to be) Over this Harry Fraud shit like the ghost of Chinx I fuck my bitch until she soak the sheets I was destined to have this spot, guess at the top is where we ´posed to meet, uh (The Butcher comin´, nigga) How we playin´? Shit, you know, for keeps At eleven hundred an ounce, they hit my house, that´s when I broke the lease (I´m gone) Y´all talk the street shit with no receipts (Hahaha) But thank God for the coca leaf and the flow that woke the streets (Yeah) All I´m sayin´ is that was us
You let our secrets out, electric chairs´ll get plugged up (Pssh) Hit the trap and play the drug stuff, they gon´ get a blood rush I get a witness hit, fuck it, I get a judge touched ´Cause I never love much, I just had a trunk full of trouble (Trouble) Enough dirt for a shovel (Shovel), and three hoes I had to juggle (Hoes I had to juggle) What you know about visitin´ your family through a bubble? (Damn) Waiting on a court date like Duffel? (Free my nigga) that´s my nigga That could´ve been me