Warehouse 4

[Verse 1: OT The Real]

Life's a bitch but we all love her

The law hovers quick to bang on 'em like the wrong number

Everything on the menu, we got it all covered

Old heads send you fingers through the mail like Mitch's lil' brothers

Fuck the talkin' let's just kill each other

Another year, another pair of Butters

Fans love us like grandmothers

Hands cut up from slicin' grams, fucked up

Feds in the tinted van, run up, hands up

I guess I found better ways

I stopped watchin' Cops cause they don't show ones who get away

I know legends who lost it and I know crackheads with Apple Pay

All I know is is I'm going out on 12 like a half a day

Youngin's just stack and pray, winnin's a stack away

I seen plugs get caught up with packs still had to pay

No need to exaggerate, we trap at a rapid rate

Mask up, bag it safe, 'cause that shit evaporates (Watch your body)

[Verse 2: Rick Hyde]

Yeah, look

The lick testin' out a new batch

Said that he don't feel nothin'

Damn near took him two blacks

Now we call him Phil Drummond

Hit it with the fentanyl, I hope that I don't kill somethin'

Makin' sure the numbers good while watchin' Good Will Hunting

The streets was beneficial, it tapped in my potential

I never thought my callin' would be over instrumentals

Now I get a check for it, aimin' at your neck for it

Life be really checkers 'cause you sacrificed a chessboard

They started yellin' greatness and I started takin' steps towards it

I feel like Tim Duncan when they askin' who the best forward

You never had to blend in with the creatine to stretch more

Now I'm sellin' grizzies out the crib, this a pet store

I put my hands together and I pray for the better

Real niggas only, ain't shit changed but the weather

When life gives you lemons, add some shit to make it better

Then sell it to whoever, I'm tryna get this cheddar

Motherfucker, uh

[Verse 3: Fuego Base]

I hear y'all disses, they better ignore it

But if the homies take another chain from niggas they better record

I'm fightin' demons, the Devil be bored

And sheddin' tears in the house that I thought I could never afford

They hear Base and say, "That's the feel"

I really had white boy OT and homie, that's the real

Every phone call abandoned near

I take a lil' off the top like Tyson did Evander ear

These hoes sell pace and sell twat

I got a paranoid neek that keep peakin' through the mail slot

I got flaws but I'm deservin' still

On mama, when I learned to cut dope I was a virgin still

Had packs before I had snacks

'Caine in my belly button, it was bundles near my ass crack

By the grace of God, I'm past drugs

I chose rap then I bubble like a fart do in the bathtub

Base

[Verse 4: Benny the Butcher]

If you bring the streets home with you the punishment is punitive

Carin' for my daughters while I'm runnin' as a fugitive

Love this and love that but what's love got to do with it?

'Cause Judas lovin' Jesus ain't stop him from goin' through with it

Was loyal to a fault, I would've jumped off the roof for niggas

Heard your favorite rapper only gangsta in the music business

Got my first half-ounce of crack, even school was different

I came back off summer vacation as a youth offender

Saw beauty in the strangest things, how is that usual?

'Cause street niggas only get flowers at funerals

Eyes closed, mind racin', my thoughts just accelerate

Today my brother birthday and it's hard for me to celebrate

Probably 'cause my head ain't straight

Cut off your arm usin' broke scissors, that's how it feel to lose a close sibling, ah

You know my specialty was dope dealin', ah

I cut the weight in half like Ozempic

It's Butchy