To The Grave

[Intro: Nems and Benny the Butcher] You don't even know what you just did Uh Gorilla Brrrt Bow! Ayo Nems what up? My nigga East side of Buffalo to Coney Island C-I Griselda Fuck Your Lyfer gang nigga, we out here Butcher comin' nigga Yo listen, go get your pops. Go get your uncle, your hardback cousin, whoever nigga. We out here, go get 'em [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] I ain't fuck wit' rat niggas since Big put out Life And I won't scrap wit' ya, the Sig put out lights I re-rock then the coppers pull out pipes I'm the last legend left since the doctors took out Mike You fuck wit' me and Nems that's a safe hazard I put gorillas on your back like a Bape jackеt All my neighbors had base habits I played thе trap with a plate, a .38, and a straight jacket Hundred in the stash box, you know what I'm here for Chainsaws and HGH, Butcher on steroids You ain't tryna clear at least a million, what you here for? Dirty money falling out the ceiling on the headboard Turn my trap phone on, soon as I hit the town What they re'ing up with I'm spending at Mr. Chao's Rest in piece to my brother, my mother she miss her child I wish death to them niggas that hit him and blicked him down I rode around with dirty scales, lord knows I'm reckless I went up top and made your bitch get a phone connected The shit I did in the streets written in stone forever My young niggas stacking bodies like a bone collector [Verse 2: Nems] I won't stop until you gone forever Hit the block in the coldest leather You motherfuckers on all these tracks, talkin' bout all this money But if ya girl break up with you right now, you gon' be homeless nigga That's why at shows heavily booed rappers Left arm swerve, steadily shoot backwards Question the boot tactics When you die, you gon' get greeted in heaven by 72 faggots So stop pressin' your luck, the desert is tucked This the resurrection of Ruck I'm on the block with a ugly bitch caressing her butt Bitch I don't care how many kids you got I'm just tryna fuck (Bitch) Straight up, keep iron on the waist Rob niggas in my building walk buy 'em everyday I'd be lying if I say that I listen to your shit Smack your fucking teeth out, now you whistle when you spit I'm official with the spit and the merch speaking for me I can teach a nigga how to turn 7 dollars to forty (Times a thousand) You can't ignore when I mash with Butcher We be runnin' down on rappers like Ashton Kutcher (Punk nigga) [Chorus: Benny the Butcher and Nems] All I got, all I got Is the game, is the game Hundred shots, hundred shots It'll wave, let 'em wave You on top, you on top I feel the same, I feel the same From the block, from the block To the grave, to the grave [Outro: Nems] Brrrrrat, motherfucker