Bang

[Intro: Courtney Bell] Brrreh Body [Verse 1: Courtney Bell] I ain't your average rapper Nigga this shit more than passion This that 9-11, planes crashing, world trade collapsing Nah, this that holy water I’m fresh up out that well Know that cup runneth over Do say in the holy grail Nigga this that Big L That Pac, Nas, Rakim flow in the flesh Got that Matrix, dodging bullets I just copped a fully collarbone of bullies Cock him back and pull it bang Killing every rapper I just built a casket big enough to have him all in Bodies falling, blood on my palms I'm involved with a lot of unsolved murders We evolve when our involvement teaches the beauty in struggle You ain't one of us, then it’s fuck you So I suggest you keep your distance Mind your business, cross that line You better have them steppers with you Cause my doctor took a real lead No victim, I can't save you I just pray you play it safe Cause too many niggas died trying to defeat the God Unfortunate Never felt pressure till they back beneath the wall This orphanage called hip-hop need restoring Pedal to the metal floor If it's up, then it's up We blowing, bang [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Benny the Butcher] I pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that's matching it (Bang) I made a mill in my sleep, and I kept the shit all in my mattress (Bang) I'm why they do all the yapping I'm at what's always happening I make it all look immaculate Bang, bitch, bang Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley’s Bang, bang, bang Niggas don’t really want to tempt me Bang, bang, bang (Brrr) I pull a rock and the flyers shit right in the car that's matching it (Ooh) I make it all look immaculate Yo, yo (Bang) [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher & Royce Da 5'9"] I’m still grinding nigga, nothing changed Big investments, I was giving lessons in the kitchen Sweatin' like a runnin' slave Signed a BSF, nigga, come get paid I'm in Neiman Marcus every other day Got them off-whites every colorway Cause I know it hurt to see me stunned And I gotta make these motherfuckers pay In courtrooms for them scats Now I’m in boardrooms with execs What you'd expect from a street nigga Who was taught the boss moves like success Crawl through and flex, 40 for the watch Air for the Cuban, boy, you a mess Nigga, when my phone ring, it's a bag You know when my fork move, it's a check They want the glory, I want the legacy after it (Yup) I show them it's real and words can heal My shit like a medicine cabinet (Yup) You never was matching it Your favorite rapper gonna be irrelevant after this (Fuck that nigga) Just to be rappers, we way too clever I might run for president after this I feel like Ye, Jay and Pac And somebody bought up and packaged it A little bit lying, 'cause when it's popping My niggas walk up and whack the shit I wake up early and think about my life And can't believe all of this happening (Can you believe this shit?) It's ups and a game, downs and pains But I make it all look immaculate I make it all look immaculate (Bang) [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Benny the Butcher] I pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that's matching it (Bang) I made a mill in my sleep, and I kept the shit all in my mattress (Bang) I'm why they do all the yapping I'm at what's always happening I make it all look immaculate Bang, bitch, bang Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley's Bang, bang, bang Niggas don't really want to tempt me Bang, bang, bang (Brrr) I pull a rock and the flyers shit right in the car that's matching it (Ooh) I make it all look immaculate Bang