Thruway Music

[Intro: 38 Spesh] Huh, Trust Ayo, Trypps, good looking Akh, what’s happening? Let’s go, 38, ayo, huh [Verse 1: 38 Spesh & Benny The Butcher] Now I'm the reason why her heart is broken I dogged her and left her without a quarter and you bought her roses I was cool with the robbers, I called 'em over My first Rollie, half price, I bought it stolen I'm the nigga that your daughter chosen I chose to put her on the road with bricks in an automotive I met a line, I had charges open I was nervous, asked God for a sign, then it started snowing I seen a rare hustle God was showing He put me inside of a haystack then I started sewing The reason why they ribs started showing I bought a four-bedroom house out west and started growing And I don't sell weed, I smoke it I'm lying, I'm just dealing with some problems with postage I'm silent and focused where they hopeless Niggas did time, came home, now they Pop Warner coaches Gotta watch who you roll with, Feds been watching since '06 They heard what I profit from road trips My block was explosive, and I had it locked in a closed fist Trips to the tropics to go fish Two watches and fo' whips, you own shit When you open safety deposit boxes with yo prints, huh It's big money on the top of my phone list If it wasn't for your moms, then ya'll thots would be homeless Told the waiter I like my filet not to be boneless Sitting at the restaurant discussing properties closing Y'all mad, we got to be holding I told ya'll that I would be rich, that was prophecy spoken (Yo, look) Motherfucker! [Verse 2: Benny The Butcher] It's my turn, we was all patient From driving whole onions, had the stove jumping and the floor shaking None of my broads basic, my bitch taking trips to far places In return, I take care of the car payment So y'all really think I left the streets? They know the flow sick, can see me posting pics when I just left the beach I'm still getting it, I'm just discrete, nigga, I'm the extra link Don't nothing move if it don't connect to me My OG told me the game twisted I said the drugs still selling, they just not going for the same ticket This for my niggas upstate bidding, weightlifting Who had spots jumping in LA, like Blake Griffin I wake up, and everyday Christmas I'm Saint Nick-in', break bricks and I got cookies on my plate sitting I was good, now I'm great with it Block with no shake in it, blender turn it to powder in eight minutes I fuck with real killers, a lot of niggas shoot Man this .40 probably knock ya bitch out her Jimmy Choo When the plug drop it off, he stop and parlay with me too It's so strong, I gotta cook it with a biochemist suit I left early 'cause they ain't teach me common sense in school They sold America dreams but I was not convinced as you Game come with profit, bitches, opposition, coupes All kinda shit, it's obvious it's consequences too, uh And ever since I was little, I was in the loop Turned my mother front porch to a monumental stoop You remember me, and probably hope that I remember you But only faces that I know stuffed in my pocket and they blue Ah!