Intro: Babs

Uh, woo, it's Benny Nothing gon' be able to stop this shit Ayo, Daringer, you smoked this shit Yuh, only real shit Griselda (Griselda) Yo, I'm from a cold city, Westsides and Conways, ain't no Biggies Where niggas barely 20 and rich, they all done drove Bentleys Roll with me, come into my hood, where niggas know Benny Hit bougie bitches with rich fathers, like a Nicole Richie I touch base, it go quickly, but I ain't no Griffey We rock stars like Bo Diddley, with hoes, I'm so picky The flow simply just like coke, it keep your nose drippy Unload bricks right off the yacht until the boat empty GxFR, they say we rose quickly They wasn't with me on them nights I was broke, really, nah, they don't feel me Think this overnight, then you won't get me You ain't see Conway when he barely could walk, hit from that cold blicky Or West on the run, coming home busy Before he did that stretch, we bumped heads in the Feds Back in '06, we all spent time on the cell block, made the jail hot Now the checks coming straight through the mail slot And I can feel it in my soul, I was sitting in the hole For that shit I whipped and sold, miss my third Christmas in a row Real shit, uh We're from the city of good neighbors Where you can lose your life for doing your neighbor a favor If you didn't know, if you didn't know My heart belongs to Buffalo, my heart belongs to Buffalo Street names so poetic, street corners dangerously stoic Scuffed Nikes can lead to closed caskets Dilapidation and dope fiends, yellow piss stains in snow But every spring, roses still manage to grow Hear the aesthetics to my soul This that motherfucking Tana Talk 3