Stash Box

[Intro: 38 Spesh & Benny the Butcher]

Huh

Know what I'm saying

Right

Right

Huh

Niggas know what time it is

Huh, huh, huh

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]

Ayo, I told my bitch we need to level up

We stayed together for the kids, but we really hate each other's guts

She said I wasn't gettin' bread enough

Then she wonder why I'm always worried about money instead of us

I think back when I was sellin' dust and crack

Comin' back, giving you stacks, you never fussed

The jealous stuff made the ghetto rough

They want me dead, I can't even get my kid from the yellow bus

Was in thе spot then I was gettin' blocks

I done seen еverything and I done did a lot

Hundred thousand dollar car, ridin' with a thot

And I got it all from puttin' product in the pot (Huh)

It broke my heart when they killed Moranne

I can't believe the DA mention my name when his girl was on the stand

Understand, that's my lil' man

They found the niggas who did it, I pray they all get killed in the can

[Chorus: 38 Spesh]

This for them niggas bringin' back blocks, huh

For the ones on top and the have-nots

I still drive through the back blocks, huh

Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box

This for my niggas bringin' back blocks, huh

For the ones on top and the have-nots

I still drive through the back blocks, huh

Pistol out, riding with an open stash box

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Yo, I know 'bout trap nights, nigga

And what half price get ya

So much dope, I could throw a baby in the trash like Brenda

[?] hold a MAC like he about to blow a bagpipe, nigga

All this VS glass look just like a flashlight flicker

You know the outcome could've been yours, give my regards

To niggas that finished with scars 'cause they did it and lost

We can't do business if the figures is off

It's different when you gettin' it soft

Now name a nigga with equivalent bars

Uh, in camo print, in my head I'm hearin' piano riffs

Rambo clip, in the hood with the door of the Lambo flipped

And any beat I tampered with, I trampled it

Niggas know, it ain't no stamp on it 'less the champ on it

Yeah, you know the shit was hard, I had to make a way

Get my mama a car just to make her day

We grind it out, while they complain

My stomach full from steak and eggs, razor blades and Ace of Spade

[Chorus: 38 Spesh]

This for them niggas bringin' back blocks, huh

For the ones on top and the have-nots

I still drive through the back blocks, huh

Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box

This for my niggas bringin' back blocks, huh

For the ones on top and the have-nots

I still drive through the back blocks, huh

Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box