![Sunday School - Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh, Jadakiss](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284758359513925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 20.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Soprano Family
Song language: English
Sunday School |
Mic, mic motherfuckin' check in this bitch |
Mic check, one, two |
Ah, let’s go, yeah, uh huh |
Ayo, Daringer, turn me up some |
Niggas gotta feel this |
I gotta hear myself |
Yo, look, ayy, look |
Niggas ain’t see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold |
Over that, spent my daughter first birthday locked in the hole |
Plot full of holes, came back stronger, I’m in control |
Soft white from my block to the stove, not in a cone (Nah) |
Me and West like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone |
Niggas dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on |
Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed (Brrr) |
In 'bout a year, how niggas gon' deny me the throne? |
(Huh) |
Rappers y’all compare me to, niggas scared of me too (Niggas shook) |
It make they heart beat faster just hearin' the truth (Have your heart beat, |
nigga) |
I stick my .40 out the window while I’m steerin' the coupe (Uh huh) |
We pull up to your front door if I’m hearin' to shoot (Let's go) |
They say we sold dope and did random actions of violence |
Our neighbors in the 'burbs wanna hand us back to the projects |
They say I’m on tour while the Family package the product (Uh uh) |
Everybody gon' eat and I’m standin' next to that promise |
Can’t believe y’all when y’all talk about the guns y’all shot (Can't believe |
that shit) |
And all the money runnin' to 'em and it’s crumbs y’all got |
Just let me know, come check with me when y’all want y’all shot |
It’s ten shooters in my hood for every one y’all got |
Ayy, look, I had to dumb it down for niggas, you gotta do that (Sometimes) |
It’s like bringin' down the prices, you gotta move that |
I was in the Feds with braids under the durag |
I’ma volunteer to do ya if it come to that (Uh) |
I fuck with smart bitches, in the club, I caught bitches starin' (Yeah) |
All these jewels got these hoes' train of thought slippin', ah |
Brought a quarter thing back, that’s a small mission |
In the dark kitchen, all you hear is the fork clickin' (Woo) |
In the zone, lookin' through the holes of them yard fences |
I’m dope, yeah, you know the flow from them park benches (Uh) |
Three things happen when you keep your torch, nigga |
Put in work, you might sell it, or you gon' get caught with it, ah |
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (Whole brick) |
Fiends still hit me when they dope sick (Brr, who this?) |
Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor |
I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Broke in) |
Let’s go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing (Whole thing) |
Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout cocaine (What you think?) |
When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it |
Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (Both paid) |
Real niggas know (Ah, ah, let’s go) |
Only my real niggas know (Uh, yeah, yeah) |
We ain’t comfortable as y’all, nah |
I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law |
My real niggas know (Ah) |
Only my real niggas know, yeah |
We cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor |
I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Haha, ah) |
Huh, yo, my bricks better than theirs, y’all better come pay dues |
A extra gram jumpin' back for every one they lose |
These niggas borrowin' the guns they use, not me |
I got my own stick like I’m 'bout to come play pool |
Ride in the car with bricks, that’s one brave move |
I never did it, that’s why my bitch one paid mule |
Niggas say they want gunplay, cool |
But they don’t really wan' go there, it’s like Sunday school |
Them niggas dead on arrival, don’t question the title |
No chance for survival, they ain’t checkin' your vitals |
A fast car with a gun, tryna catch up to rivals |
I got a Lamb' and a stick like I’m fresh out the Bible, huh |
A young nigga with Mexican idols |
I just left from Ohio, we just met up for Cinco de Mayo |
Complexion for connection, I mail an albino |
I went broke and sold wax like I’m sellin' a vinyl, huh |
Nigga, I know your type, you not thorough |
You can’t come around unless you got a referral |
You made a couple bucks, then you shot for your girl |
Bought a bullshit watch, now you on top of the world, huh |
Got a squad of all geniuses |
I been in charge, but findin' a plug just gave me more leadership |
No scales for the weed and bricks |
They wholesale, the only time we see scales when we cleanin' fish |
Trust |
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (Whole brick) |
Fiends still hit me when they dope sick (Brr, who this?) |
Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor |
I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Broke in) |
Let’s go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing (Whole thing) |
Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout cocaine (What you think?) |
When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it |
Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (Both paid) |
Real niggas know (Ah, ah, let’s go) |
Only my real niggas know (Uh, yeah, yeah) |
We ain’t comfortable as y’all, nah |
I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law |
My real niggas know (Ah) |
Only my real niggas know, yeah |
We cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor |
I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Haha, ah) |
Hahaaa |
Yo, it’s a shame what we did to the highway |
Even worse if we made it there safe when we pulled in the driveway (Yeah) |
Three and a half whole ones gone by Friday (Gone) |
Now we ridin' back, smokin', listen to Sade (Haha) |
The dope’s up in Maryland, the coke is in SC (Yeah) |
We get it off the dock, the plug come on a jet ski (Poppin') |
I hit my man up, see what’s the ticket for ten (What's up?) |
We right back Sunday night so we can flip it again (Y'all ready?) |
The whole town goin' crazy, a few slept on it (Woo) |
Still potent though, I only did a two-step on it (Uh huh) |
You ain’t gotta be a genius or be deeply educated (Uh uh) |
Keep the money and the drugs completely separated (That's it) |
We ain’t doin' no dumb shit, nigga, we all smart |
Same sweatsuit on, underclothes from Walmart |
Nah, I ain’t actin' crazy with them dudes (Haha) |
Got the diesel with the stamp that say «Lady, sing the blues» (Ooh) |
Got the coke comin' in like they seizin' on the news (Face) |
If I’m winnin', what I look like gettin' even with you fools? |
(Huh) |
It’s an occupation (Yep), if a nigga get jammed |
Hit his lawyer and his fam, then we move the operation (Ow) |
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Artist lyrics: Benny the Butcher
Artist lyrics: 38 Spesh
Artist lyrics: Jadakiss