Lyrics Billy Joe - Benny the Butcher

Billy Joe

Yeah, nigga
I don’t gotta say too much, ah
You know my track record, my reputation proceeds itself
Griselda
Everything you heard about me
Yo, Sammy told on they gave that boy immunity
They give a dope boy life, say we destroying communities
I let 'em make me out the villain, I stay
Y’all tryna do the pigs job, y’all like the boys in blue to me
I wasn’t really good at shit so selling poison suited me
Low based living, my pops avoided schooling me
So how I’m supposed to feel these hoes ain’t using me, making choices foolishly
It took a more to get through to me
Streets know I’m activated, don’t slack, I get at the paper
I’m one classic from great amongst these rappers today, but
I ain’t talked the kind of shit I’m talkin' til I had my weight up
Vino begging me to put a hundred slabs on
Laughing at my opps passing through like I catch you later, right
I’m driving fast shit like the cast from Talladega Nights
They’re comfortable on phones talkin' work on your line dangerous
I won’t sell another brick again til I learn sign language
On the first of the month I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed
By the third of the month I still had the best glass
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad
On the first of the month I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed
By the third of the month I still had the best glass
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad
Fuck all the critics, we did it the hard way
This for the check cashing spots on Fillmore and Broadway
I treat my city like Monopoly sitting on Park Place
The engine in the shit I’m whipping in fit for a car chase
I’m sick of all these fake bosses and temporary soldiers
I put twenty in a Toyota down in Tempe, Arizona
Rich shit, fuckin' famous hoes missionary on sofas
Thousand dollar suites on jets flying out to meet with my broker
But how it get to this?
Tell me, you ever sleep with a cobra?
And get hit with cheap work, you know the powder the soda
Damn, I count it out at half a million with my eyes closed
'Cause this year I feel like I’m '99 Hov
I’m breaking records out settin' milestones out in Hawaiian time zones
Nobody cried when they killed Al 'Po
That’s still on the phones talkin' work on your line dangerous
I won’t sell another brick again til I learn sign language
On the first of the month I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed
By the third of the month I still had the best glass
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad
On the first of the month I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed
By the third of the month I still had the best glass
I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad