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[Intro: Benny The Butcher]

Yo, turn me up some (Ayy)

Yeah

Ayo, you gotta respect my shit (You got to, nigga)

You know what I mean? (How could you not, nigga?)

I been silent for so long

Ayo, Beave, I been that nigga for so long, you heard, bro?

I been real, I been thorough for so long, real shit

I can't make this shit up

The Butcher comin', nigga

It's Griselda, nigga

Griselda

Doot doot doot doot doot doot

Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]

I'm really 'bout this life, y'all niggas play when the drugs come

Y'all take what the plug front, I pay what the plug want

Ask my bitch, I turn a vacay to a drug run

She think I'm spendin' money, but I just made me a lump sum

I remember ridin' down to VA, it was hectic

I was 'noid, I was skeptic, if I score, then I'm connected

I picked Jeanine to ride with me 'cause she had it perfected

I was right, she stayed loyal when she took that charge in Texas

You know I fuck with sis, made me feel like I'm a mack

She said you sweet talk these hoes and they might bring you stacks

See, pimpin' not my thing but just to see where I was at

I put two bitches on Backpage in rooms back to back

Most importantly Indy, for the risks she took with me

Put a job on the line, now helped turn 5 to 50

And when dough was the object, I went broke in the process

I even got evicted, she kept me low in the projects

No matter your condition, always know it's your mindset

Bounced back, bought her a whip and a bag to go beside that

Now tell me I ain't hustlin', feel like I'm back in the kitchen

They fuckin' up the work, they call me back and I fix it

I'm still a dope man, don't you never forget this

Before them Sway freestyles, the cartels showed interest

You hit my line, I hit you back, you want a 9, I get you that

Don't pay on time, that get you taxed, I miss a dime, they get you whacked

When Josh got shot, the rest of us was at a meeting

That I didn't call him for, what the fuck was I thinkin'?

I did the same thing to Streets and he got knocked with the strap (Free Streets)

Moral of the story is don't leave nobody back

Couple weeks before a tour, in the middle of a war

Opps feelin' like they up and I done been through this before

I got secrets I can't tell, I got demons in my closet

I can't remember faces of the people we done got with

Fans tryna greet me, come and meet me 'cause I'm poppin'

They reachin' out to dap me, I'm reachin' for my rocket, ah

[Chorus: ElCamino]

I'm rollin' up stresses, smoke a blunt or two

I swear you don't know what I'm goin' through

I been through hell and back, it's what I'm goin' through

They see my Rollie, but they don't know what I'm goin' through

All these bands on me that I be blowin' through

And all these bitches I be goin' through

I swear they don't know what I'm goin' through

I swear they don't know what I'm goin' through

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]

They got used to handouts, I always will stand out

My own cloth became my own boss, that's how you branch out

You never put in work with me, then certainly, I can't vouch

The trap spot in '03, I ran like a slant route

'Cause I was linked with older niggas, book bag and dough was in it

Feds pulled us over with it, Chine Gun was my co-defendant

Now he gone and I'm copin' with it

Before he died, we had a chat, but before that, we ain't spoke a minute

It was over shit he did, over shit I said

But his last words to me: "Bruh, hold your head", uh

My mom got eight kids, he was the oldest child

And I'm next up, so guess I'm the oldest now

So it's only right I hold it down, rap sale blowin' piles

Where niggas are generals just like Colin Powell

It's hard bein' genuine when y'all bein' feminine

Like they pick up the traits of the broads they been chillin' with

You ain't Scarface 'cause you sniff raw through a Benjamin

I'm Scarface, I really got raw from a immigrant

It's more shit I'm goin' through, my baby mama trippin'

Over bullshit, she told me since the deal, I'm actin' different

I get back off the road, I don't chill, its back to business

I'm doin' shows while my homies up top ask for visits

Why my man gun jam when he was tryna clap them niggas?

The case still open, so I can't get that specific

I used to trap with a brick on a plate, stackin' digits

Traded that in for this, so that made me sacrilegious

[Chorus: ElCamino]

I'm rollin' up stresses, smoke a blunt or two

I swear you don't know what I'm goin' through

I been through hell and back, it's what I'm goin' through

They see my Rollie, but they don't know what I'm goin' through

All these bands on me that I be blowin' through

And all these bitches I be goin' through

I swear they don't know what I'm goin' through

I swear they don't know what I'm goin' through