2 Weapons

[Intro: Benny The Butcher]

I took every page out my life and put it all in this rap shit

And this what you get

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]

I played ball and played cards and had all of the aces

Raw glass, minotaurs stashed all in the basement

Ain't tell like y'all told when you caught them lil cases

I kept eating, and kept secrets like my father a Mason

Old custies flipped, had my name all in their statements

How I never took shorts and how my corners was shaking

We played Little League and knew the streets was all for the taking

The OGs seen up your hunger and all of them faces

Adapted quick to trap shit, it was all in my nature

I watched quarter joints and half bricks fall off my razor

My bitch cold, and she smoke like she a quarter Jamaican

I talk numbers, all boss shit that y'all could relate with

I like my Hennessy cold, you know water the chaser

Twenty deep, we all up, so we ordering cases

Toolies all on our waists, excuse me, pardon my gangsta

'Cause it don't get no more street unless it's part of the pavement

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

Ayo, I used to grind to pay my momma mortgage

Run the faucet, put a fork inside the pot, pray I find a fortune

Next thing you know, I'm supplying bosses

And denying offers, went from driving Porsches to flying saucers

I done had all kinda foreigns

Never got extorted, a nigga rob me? He dying for it

New mop, extra clip when twenty shots support it

That's enough shots to spit a sixteen and drop a chorus

My last plug got deported

He used to throw an extra brick on top of every block I ordered

Both of my kids know that I support 'em

I'm copping Jordans, they momma and they poppa both shopaholics

You baller-block and my block was balling

I put a phone line in your bitch name and tell her not to call it

.44 six-shot revolver

One bullet'll have him jumping out the chair like he not the father

Huh, I'm testing crops' performance

I told 'em certain plants just talk to me, it's like the Shop of Horrors

My bitch said that I got to spoil her

She relied on me to eat for nothing, now I got to starve her

We send hoes shopping for us

Not for clothes, they fix they credit and finance watches for us

Used to ride in a hot Explorer

Now it's two hard tops in NY and one drop in Florida

I came a long way from copping quarters

Got a side bitch in Tahiti that see me

When I stop in Bora you talk tough, but I got the aura

Of a nigga that'll come and shoot your daughter

While she watching Dora

Huh!