Paper Trail

[Intro: Tearz & Benny The Butcher]

I come to you with a look of desperation with healed scratches on my face

With a million shattered dreams and empty aluminum foil plates

And I got all my pride and passion

And I exist in the shadows created by streetlights and the lineage of Nefertiti

In a place where my artwork's graffiti and my music is noise

I’m just, I’m just tryna make a way out of nowhere

I’m, I’m starting to feel some warmth coming from the streetlight

'Cause this is very much love too and, right now, this is very much my life

This is very much my center stage

Shit, this is all I know if anything (Uh, yeah)

So I, eternally exist under these streetlights

You know how we do this shit

Griselda (Yo) Trust (Yo)

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]

Uh, this for my hustlers getting money, shaking corners who got weight for sale

Get that money, don't leave a paper trail

I told the plug I take 'em sealed, so the dogs can't taste or smell

That type of money, don't leave a paper trail

I told my bitch to count that bag but she ain't worried if she break a nail

Get that money, don't leave a paper trail

And we do 80 through the city in them coupes like we race forreal

This type of money don't leave a paper trail

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]

Ayo, ayo, while y'all hit the stores up, I'm getting my scores up

I just got funding for a business in Florida

My man said he broke, I'm 'bout to send him a quarter

Got a list of niggas that owe in alphabetical order

I see him once a week to collect, so we don't speak for days

Be the connect and you grow to be who the people praise

We was blessed from illegal ways

Each day, I'm putting dog food in the streets like I'm feeding strays

All came from the same gravel

But the difference is I played with cocaine, y'all played Scrabble

Love was deep, it became shallow

It's jealousy in your brain, that's something that I can't battle

Now it's sitting in your heart, you let that hate travel

Like I ain't have you making money when I ain't have to

Niggas lucky that I ain't blast you

But I'ma kill 'em with success like fuck it, just drive the Wraith past you

I feel like death nearing close

Careful looking over my shoulder like the rearview mirror broke

I'm the provider of the purest dope

Come and try it, you'll be high as a bad driver insurance quote

I got it all from Pyrex glasses

I'm at the finish line, about to high step past it

It's big diamonds on my neck flashing

Real bright, at night, I could hop out and direct traffic, bastard

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]

Uh, this for my hustlers getting money, shaking corners who got weight for sale

Get that money, don't leave a paper trail

I told the plug I take 'em sealed, so the dogs can't taste or smell

That type of money, don't leave a paper trail

I told my bitch to count that bag but she ain't worried if she break a nail

Get that money, don't leave a paper trail

And we do 80 through the city in them coupes like we race forreal

This type of money don't leave a paper trail

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]

You can feel it 'cause it's more than music

I started off the underdog, then I started proving

I went harder when they thought I was stupid

I got smarter, I learned about coke and water and all of its uses

I don't get caught up in all them excuses, plausible rumors

My name being brought up in multiple shootings

A double-cross is the ultimate screw-ya

Mob shit, 'cause we don't squash shit 'til we get the heart of the shooter

You put the pain then you should be respected

That's where you eat protected, 'cause that's the only way the streets accept it

They say it happen when you least expect it

We did that time and didn't fold, we bit our tongues when we seen detectives

The yams fluff, I let you keep the extras

The bands come, I stick to white like Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon

I'm on the road, GPSing, tryna read directions

Make it home, then I cut a whole one up into equal sections

My other bitch hate to be neglected

She want it, I text "I'm coming" and the bitch know to delete the message

Ask your pops, in the streets we legends

We all yay pumpers, Floyd May' numbers, undefeated records

Let's go!