Lyrics Grams In The Water - Black Soprano Family, Benny the Butcher, Rick Hyde

Grams In The Water

Violence and intimidation is why they survived
These guys aren’t just like the Sopranos
These are the real Sopranos
Never pour out the pot
There’s always more grams in the water
Two hundred fifty pouring at a time
Racks never seen less than a quarter
Gotta let one drop
Make the dope flow, move like water
Every gram three bundles at a time
No fentanyl, that’ll get you caught up
Look, it don’t make money it don’t make sense
I’m still tryna make a play they need my portion of the late rent
I need that Porsche with opaque tint
I’m learning patience
When you force it, then you don’t make ends
Make money, never make friends
They’ll kill you because money, drug money, give a great chance
That drug money got me tweakin' like I take xans
Reachin' and you getting sprayed on like a fake tan
I’m from the center of a wasteland
All this drug money be having them actin' funny when you shake hands
Your last money had you caged in, now you gotta say amen
The plug fell through like he caved in
I’m bout to whip again (whip whip)
With babies in the water like a christening
My penmanship, get me paid monthly like a membership
I’m in this shit, I do this shit forever like it’s infinite
But you gon need the infantry to show me what the difference is
Never pour out the pot
There’s always more grams in the water
Two hundred fifty pouring at a time
Racks never seen less than a quarter
Gotta let one drop
Make the dope flow, move like water
Every gram three bundles at a time
No fentanyl, that’ll get you caught up
I done caught a cell
Now it’s hard tryna prevail
I ain’t gon lie it feel well
Weighing a brick on a scale
Duffle bag so big it’s like I picked up a whale
If you snitch or you tell you gettin' clipped for a bill
I’m on a mission yeah I’m talking bout' a hit or a drill
Still got clientele they hit me up
I think that they sale
I gave the phone to little bro, told him be careful shit real
Now watch how I prevail, Imma about to run me up a mil
Moneys the reason we rebel
I threw away all my weed scales, I give you logical details
I still ride with no seatbelt
Government mad when we rebuild
They want us fragile and weak still
Label us savages, we still thugin' and blastin' out Meek Mill
Dumpin' ashes, I mean well
Couple stacks off my resale
Chillin, relaxing I’m with a baddie
She askin for Miquel
Peep my strategy then you copy
Just ask if you need help
I will gladly give you the game
Please don’t pass up a sweet deal
Never pour out the pot
There’s always more grams in the water
Two hundred fifty pouring at a time
Racks never seen less than a quarter
Gotta let one drop
Make the dope flow, move like water
Every gram three bundles at a time
No fentanyl, that’ll get you caught up
I faced forty joints in the can and never said nothing
But that’s when I found out these Fed judges head huntin'
Niggas switched they hustle when they seen I had that bread coming
300 grams of fentanyl when ya’ll niggas was scared of us
Funny my old clientele hate to see me rap
I bump into my old licks, they say they need me back
I’m really on that shit, my inspiration be these traps
While I pitch to get a fix the smokers bring the tv back
These niggas talk that dope talk, but mines be special
First plug I ever had was sly green nephew
Palm trees, bomb weed, and I need extras
I put coke white seats inside a lime green Tesla
I know my shit, you gotta bag heroine in steps
Then take it to the spot, see that’s where it get a test
And they gon let em' know, you can’t compare it to the rest
My plug gave me more credit than American Express
Never pour out the pot
There’s always more grams in the water
Two hundred fifty pouring at a time
Racks never seen less than a quarter
Gotta let one drop
Make the dope flow, move like water
Every gram three bundles at a time
No fentanyl, that’ll get you caught up