[Intro: Benny]
Yo, ayo y'all, y'all niggas know what my status like
My shit A1, I ain't never fold or I ain't never told, nigga
For real, huh, we stayin' them niggas
We were just built that way
That's just how the universe happen to work
[Verse 1: Benny]
Yo, pullin' off tryin' to see if the detective follow
'Cause the shooters and the hustlers all connected by you
We on defense, you might need this for protection by you
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle like a ketchup bottle
When they don't need you, they objectify you
I seen the best devalue
They put out work, but can't collect the value
Your team hurt, and your connect deny you
I guess we owe it to them preg' gram mothers who slept next to bottles
Break a block down, stuff the bag, and I serve it
Got a plug who send it at me, he from Cali, and he workin'
Box of yams, I'm gon' have 'em land in Paterson, New Jersey
Don't accept it, if it's late, or if them packages is early, uhh
Savages, our ancestors is Africans we sturdy
As a javelin that's stickin' out your abdomen, they curse me
I won't battle with, no unworthy challengers, y'all thirsty
I will crack your shit, pockets I will tap ya shits, I'm dirty
I don't practice this, but every time I black on shit
My verses be immaculate
Imagine if these rappers had the shit how they imagined it
Hard to believe that they believe it when they craftin' it
From now on it's a wrap for shit, Griselda, nigga
[Verse 2: El Camino]
Yo, these niggas real 'til they snitch
.45 on my hip, tryin' to slide and get hit
Last nigga tried, his whole family died for that shit
And I take pride in that shit
Cuban link on, we on, I got the mink on
Pumpin' my lead, .40 cal, one in the head
Shook up his whole block, had his mother scared
Knocked on your door, spit in her face just cause you wasn't there
He been duckin' scared for months
Fuck it, I'm 'bout to send the wolves on the hunt
Play the cut, watch the math pile up
On the Ave, prayin' dukes don't find my stash
'Cause if she did she woulda smoked his ass
Right out that fuckin' glass
Shit was bad, we ain't have food, was dippin' through this trash
Know how it feel to have nothin' that you wanted
And to wake up to nothin' on your stomach in that early morning
It make you really want it
Cocaine scales, pocket full of hundreds
Shootin' niggas over nothin'
[Chorus: El Camino]
Every day on the block, duckin' cops
Just tryin' to make me a knot
(Just tryin' to make me a knot...) {yeah}
Fiends hittin' up my phone non-stop
Just because I got the drop
(Just because I got the drop...) {yeah}
They ain't wanna see me win
But I bet you I'ma come out on top
(I'ma come out on top...) {yeah}
Give 'em the whole clip out the chopper
If a nigga wanna pop (if a nigga wanna pop...) {yeah}
[Verse 3: Conway]
Look, I got this rap shit in the figure four
Like I been in this shit 10 or more (haha)
On Sunset in the Aventador (VROOM!)
Send my bitch in the liquor store (go get that Remy)
I'm cut from a different cloth (yeah)
Grip the four, hit your forehead, rip it off
Eatin' off the bars, but I came up whippin' soft (ARGHH!)
Uhh, I'm Mr. Shawn Carter mix with Sean Price
Mogul with goons, stabbin' and breakin' niggas' jaws (talk to 'em)
Uhh, GxFR, what you tellin' us? (Griselda, nigga)
Them other niggas pussy, they was never us (hahaha)
Shooter with me got his MAC-11 tucked
So you already know what's up, get your melon bust
Yeah, even back when I was sellin' dust
I been a legend, rap niggas never measured up
Hate when niggas talk about how they just leveled up
When I'm still lookin' down on you niggas, I'm a level up (ARGHH!)
You hear that V-12 engine revvin' up (VROOM!)
Them niggas sick to they stomach 'cause they was never up (haha)
You say my name on record, I wish you best of luck
I bring the stick to your studio session, wet it up, ohh! (BRRRRR!)
[Chorus: El Camino]
Every day on the block, duckin' cops
Just tryin' to make me a knot
(Just tryin' to make me a knot...) {yeah}
Fiends hittin' up my phone non-stop
Just because I got the drop
(Just because I got the drop...) {yeah}
They ain't wanna see me win
But I bet you I'ma come out on top
(I'ma come out on top...) {yeah}
Give 'em the whole clip out the chopper
If a nigga wanna pop (if a nigga wanna pop...) {yeah}
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