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bust a brick nick lyrics
[intro]
n_ggas can’t talk this sh_t like i talk it, these n_ggas ain’t been where i been, i told them that like three years ago
who better than griselda, n_gga?
who did it like us, n_gga? (yo, uh)

[verse]
n_ggas say they nice, but don’t shake sh_t up like the butch’ (uh_uh)
i got a movie deal, but chilling, ’cause my real life like a book (uh_huh)
blue steel knife for the jugg so don’t be that life that i took (n_gga)
and next time you sneak diss me, just pay me (just pay me), i’ll write the hook (i’ll write the hook)
now look who the bread_earner (earnеr), the east side tеd turner
in this business, it’s best to stay out your feelings to advance further
can’t shake the b_tch, i told her, “i get the neck, but i can’t serve ya”
she not my type, but her pops the connect, so i can’t curve her (d_mn)
before a bullet wound, there was sh_t that permanently hurt me (d_mn)
in a wheelchair it was hard to smile on my 36th birthday
being honest, this could be karma i probably deserve in the first place (for the sh_t i did)
the sh_t i’m thinkin’ ’bout on the jet that’s landin’ in burbank (huh)
f_ck rap, we be back pluggin’ whole units the worst case (whole joints)
these jewels on my shirt say, “b_tch, come in, i don’t skirt_chase” (not at all)
but it’s over, and that was my fourth felony, certainly
got a warning, i’d be in lewisburg right now if they search me
locked in with plugs, so i know that sh_t y’all coppin’ no good
to get the drop (what’s that?), i’m the type to send fiends to shop in your hood
i’m like ’95 kg, n_gga (what that mean?), i’m with the wolves
but me and city mike and pippen ‘fore rodman got to the bulls, uh
before we talk paper, let’s make a simple assessment
my little crypto investment was probably triple your necklace (triple)
on this episode of flavor of love, your b_tch a contestant
said she don’t never suck d_ck the first night, this an exception
hide the paper somewhere safe, a place them d_cks won’t expect it
then calculate how long it’s gon’ take to get to your weapon (are you strapped?)
no love songs, i kept it gangsta 24/7
you crying_ass rappers’ label should send y’all n_ggas to ellen
ayo, butch’, let me holla at you
wait, chill, chill, give me one second, nah (hold up, hold up, hold up)
y’all n_ggas like hoes, we can talk when y’all done beggin’
now, let’s talk about this sh_t that i did to become legend
’cause the money not enough no more (the butcher comin’, n_gga), i want credit (uh_uh)
the money not enough for this, feel like i made too much of it
seven_figure deal, tell my plug i’m still hustlin’ (i’m still hustlin’)
ten_year anniversary, soprano’s still bubblin’
a buffalo n_gga with a flow n0body f_ckin’ with
and the race, i already won, i guess this lap was for victory
doing songs with bigger acts and they tell me that’s going industry
but look back at my history (look back, n_gga) for the past five years
it’s like my status been tripling, i get back with humility
make no excuses, came to the conclusion that y’all should hate me (y’all should)
they wanna do this, but my shooters been cutting off water lately
too rich to incarcerate me on charges, them odds are shaky
the feds watch me get an m on tv like i’m carson daly (huh)
streets tore me apart, my heart cold like a orphan baby (like an orphan)
the pain a reminder, i feel like these is the scars that made me (made me who i am)
had my best run when i lost shay, of course it’s crazy (that’s my n_gga)
i ask god to bring him back, pray he jump out his coffin maybe (huh?)
in all white like they ain’t never sin, but you will never win
how you gon’ call me hollywood, b_tch, and you ain’t never been?
you know my regimen, cls benz that i ain’t never rent (uh_uh)
first thing she do is tell a friend if i ever let her in (d_mn)
they wanna know how i’m up off records that they don’t never spin
another ten steps ahead of them by the time it all settle in
when i drop, rappers f_cked and this time, they dead again
i got a closet full of measuring cups and dead presidents
[outro]
the butcher, n_gga (alchemist)

- benny the butcher

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