Benny - Pissy Work lyrics

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo Peace lord I heard you back on the block [?] had the hammer he was up in the spot I had your red bottoms walking on eggshells you got it Six car garage all exotic Four bad hoes all exotic White stripes on the Off-White galoshes Just Don shorts Supersonics Get the one fives and tens let's go shopping Vera Wang famous On a yacht speed racing Chasing Ninos lifestyle b**hes and cars I'm a get richer give it all to my son Each one teach one Stay away from f** n***as And take care of your moms [Verse 2: Benny] [?] Off the chill Buses chartered off the hill That's why daughters often tell Stories how their fathers fail They pulled me over Riding dirty booth the work toss the L Twelve called for backup and the dogs When he caught the smell I'm cut from a different cloth It ain't hard to tell And then real n***as feel it Like I wrote in all in Braille Big Glock when that sh** pop It can park a whale When my sh** drop its gon' be soundin' like The Carter 12 Plan is to stuff the safe and then fade out quick And get rich with the same ones You states down with Loyalty and trust is words we don't play round with If you swing then we gon' slide on some playground sh** And n***as be dead broke trying to act like they up How they just got in the game trying to act like they us When my whole team was up trying to act like you broke And want attention from those b**hes Or heat from them folks nah It was never handed to me Grinding was mandatory I don't got no game it's just These b**hes understand my story Speaking for people every time they put those cameras on me Learned it from the game nah my momma never planned this for me Pretty soon you gotta pick a side Commit a crime get confined k** one of us and only get a fine You hear this and probably get the vibe Of 98 Kiss and Styles Reasonable Doubt Hov It Was Written Nas These new n***as got too much fabrication Not enough truth and too much imagination I guess that's where the game is now I had to face it but I changed for the better My n***a old habits breaking You will never eat with a team full of dead weight We don't trust b**hes or believe n***as handshakes Fiends in the staircase bricks wrapped in red taoe Don't know what's coming first Jack boys or a Feds case I stayed focus chain smoking kept my head straight Whippin' deuces for the Franck Muller with the fair ahhhhh....