B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Johnny P’s Caddy lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Yeah, you know? Tana Talk 4, this sh*t mean a lot to me, know what I mean? You know this sh*t 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 sh*t made me what I am today ni**as know I went so hard for this sh*t I deserve this sh*t, ni**a (Ah) The Butcher comin', ni**a [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] 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 ni**as It's like they put out a smash thеn they gone in a flash, admit it And then thеy make tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (fu*k you doin'?) They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the b*tches That was really me, ni**a, I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah) Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em ni**as 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t gon' always stick with me They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity" They askin' "What work y'all ni**as 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, ni**a Ah, let's go [Interlude: J. Cole] 'Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, ni**a Yeah, Cole fu*kin' World Griselda sh*t, you know what I mean (Griselda) You know what it is, ni**a, when I show up I'm on ten, ni**a, not nine [Verse 2: J. Cole] 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 ni**as 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 ni**a 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 ni**as 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 ni**a 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, ni**a [Outro: J. Cole] Yeah, Tana Talk