Stash Box

[Intro: 38 Spesh & Benny the Butcher] Huh Know what I'm saying Right Right Huh Niggas know what time it is Huh, huh, huh [Verse 1: 38 Spesh] Ayo, I told my bitch we need to level up We stayed together for the kids, but we really hate each other's guts She said I wasn't gettin' bread enough Then she wonder why I'm always worried about money instead of us I think back when I was sellin' dust and crack Comin' back, giving you stacks, you never fussed The jealous stuff made the ghetto rough They want me dead, I can't even get my kid from the yellow bus Was in thе spot then I was gettin' blocks I done seen еverything and I done did a lot Hundred thousand dollar car, ridin' with a thot And I got it all from puttin' product in the pot (Huh) It broke my heart when they killed Moranne I can't believe the DA mention my name when his girl was on the stand Understand, that's my lil' man They found the niggas who did it, I pray they all get killed in the can [Chorus: 38 Spesh] This for them niggas bringin' back blocks, huh For the ones on top and the have-nots I still drive through the back blocks, huh Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box This for my niggas bringin' back blocks, huh For the ones on top and the have-nots I still drive through the back blocks, huh Pistol out, riding with an open stash box [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Yo, I know 'bout trap nights, nigga And what half price get ya So much dope, I could throw a baby in the trash like Brenda [?] hold a MAC like he about to blow a bagpipe, nigga All this VS glass look just like a flashlight flicker You know the outcome could've been yours, give my regards To niggas that finished with scars 'cause they did it and lost We can't do business if the figures is off It's different when you gettin' it soft Now name a nigga with equivalent bars Uh, in camo print, in my head I'm hearin' piano riffs Rambo clip, in the hood with the door of the Lambo flipped And any beat I tampered with, I trampled it Niggas know, it ain't no stamp on it 'less the champ on it Yeah, you know the shit was hard, I had to make a way Get my mama a car just to make her day We grind it out, while they complain My stomach full from steak and eggs, razor blades and Ace of Spade [Chorus: 38 Spesh] This for them niggas bringin' back blocks, huh For the ones on top and the have-nots I still drive through the back blocks, huh Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box This for my niggas bringin' back blocks, huh For the ones on top and the have-nots I still drive through the back blocks, huh Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box