Lyrics Dying - Nicholas Craven, Johnny Hustle, Benny

Dying

Yeah
Buffalo
Man, they’ve been waiting 10 years, Benny, 15 years for this
The Butcher
Johnny Hustle, Benny
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
As I’m sitting here with my vision blurry
That 30 shooting your face but it ain’t Stephen Curry
I’m truly getting it out the mud
And had to realize the pain is gon' last longer than love
That millimeter ain’t your safest route
I’m trying to get out the corner quick like a down and out
Half a gallon of the Hennessey
I sell drugs to profit and fix my remedy
Ain’t no way to question my hunger
You see this black face, I’m not acting in Tropic Thunder
I shed tears, but I didn’t wept
It seem that living through Hell won’t get me on Heaven’s steps
It can get ugly, believe if you talk brody
Get an arm under your neck like Melvin when he choked Jody
My daughter’s the only reason I’m living
The hopeful get butchered, no need for the opposition
I’m gone
I tried a lot, my nigga
For all my niggas in the can, for all my niggas in the ground
Look, I’m trying to see how far the shit will take me
Realest nigga that ever did it, maybe
I grew up in the 80s, grimy 90s, you know this business crazy
Before they leave the crib, kiss the babies
Look out for your sons, they’re young, full of adrenaline
Running through Benjamins, not aware how smart these women is
Before they got off the porch, yeah I was into this
Locked in the penal system making friends with illegal immigrants
You know what that bring, cross country trips
The work bounce and bungee flip right out my auntie ship
That was a big distraction, we pick up ratchets trying to get some action
If it hit him, probably will flip him backwards
I’m living proof how this shit can happen
I swear this shit was magic, the tables turn while we was sitting at it