| Yo, I’m from a real hood nigga
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| Montana Ave, East Side of Buffalo
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| Rich niggas, dead niggas, broke niggas
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| Legends, rats (everything, nigga)
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| This ain’t no TV shit, knahmean?
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| Yo, look, uhh
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| We all done shot dice and shot guns
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| I done copped white and came through in whips the color of Ox blood
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| Y’all be in Miami for the bitches and hot tubs
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| We go to Miami for the bricks, tryin' to spot plugs
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| Puffin' on sour (sour)
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| I hurt feelings like it hurt Melo watchin' his wife fucking on Power
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| I made what the bosses got
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| Yeah, that’s me leavin' out the whip, speedin' out the V-Live parking lot
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| Them East Side sharks is out
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| It got bad, it seem awful now
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| I still serve 'em hot like it’s waffle house
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| When it was go time, I ain’t panic
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| I’m godlike, Saint Francis, black Moses with a blank canvas
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| Foot on these niggas' neck, they can’t stand it
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| I’m careful who I shake hands with
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| But won’t spare you when that K blamin'
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| To stand here, we had to take chances
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| And trap by a state campus to find customers we gave samples
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| I talk about the truth to Olympus
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| Feds gon' play this song in court and try to use it against us
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| That’s just shit I had to do to put food in the kitchen
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| Always think before you move, a key rule in this business
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| I’ve been nice since the lunch table, young Fredo
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| This life made me numb, unstable, and ungrateful
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| Straight through, I only come at you from one angle
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| Pray to every God and get lucky if one save you
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| Yo, I’m 'bout to cop the prezzie, swat the dangers
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| When we leave the spot, they gotta mop the Ace up
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| You not no gangsta, you know how we watch the Lakers
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| Court side by the players, so close I could block a lay-up
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| You see I lock my lane up, I got my name up
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| Stories how I copped and rock cocaine up, damn near got me famous
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| It’s because of Daringer
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| I paint the pictures of a thug’s character
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| Stainless steel snub, the Submariner
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| All the hoes I fuck above standards
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| Yeah, my bitches got 9 to 5's, but bodies like club dancers
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| No, I tell them bitches one answer
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| She say I’m mean but I’ll lick that pussy clean if it’s untampered, huh
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| Driver speedin' off from a robbery (true story)
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| With 100k in the Glad bag
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| Damn, this remind me of Carlito’s Way, uhh
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| 'Cause Benny always get the last laugh, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Change , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Butcher on Steroids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп