Bang

[Intro: Courtney Bell]

Brrreh

Body

[Verse 1: Courtney Bell]

I ain't your average rapper

Nigga this shit more than passion

This that 9-11, planes crashing, world trade collapsing

Nah, this that holy water

I’m fresh up out that well

Know that cup runneth over

Do say in the holy grail

Nigga this that Big L

That Pac, Nas, Rakim flow in the flesh

Got that Matrix, dodging bullets

I just copped a fully collarbone of bullies

Cock him back and pull it bang

Killing every rapper

I just built a casket big enough to have him all in

Bodies falling, blood on my palms

I'm involved with a lot of unsolved murders

We evolve when our involvement teaches the beauty in struggle

You ain't one of us, then it’s fuck you

So I suggest you keep your distance

Mind your business, cross that line

You better have them steppers with you

Cause my doctor took a real lead

No victim, I can't save you

I just pray you play it safe

Cause too many niggas died trying to defeat the God

Unfortunate

Never felt pressure till they back beneath the wall

This orphanage called hip-hop need restoring

Pedal to the metal floor

If it's up, then it's up

We blowing, bang

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Benny the Butcher]

I pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that's matching it (Bang)

I made a mill in my sleep, and I kept the shit all in my mattress (Bang)

I'm why they do all the yapping

I'm at what's always happening

I make it all look immaculate

Bang, bitch, bang

Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley’s

Bang, bang, bang

Niggas don’t really want to tempt me

Bang, bang, bang (Brrr)

I pull a rock and the flyers shit right in the car that's matching it (Ooh)

I make it all look immaculate

Yo, yo (Bang)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher & Royce Da 5'9"]

I’m still grinding nigga, nothing changed

Big investments, I was giving lessons in the kitchen

Sweatin' like a runnin' slave

Signed a BSF, nigga, come get paid

I'm in Neiman Marcus every other day

Got them off-whites every colorway

Cause I know it hurt to see me stunned

And I gotta make these motherfuckers pay

In courtrooms for them scats

Now I’m in boardrooms with execs

What you'd expect from a street nigga

Who was taught the boss moves like success

Crawl through and flex, 40 for the watch

Air for the Cuban, boy, you a mess

Nigga, when my phone ring, it's a bag

You know when my fork move, it's a check

They want the glory, I want the legacy after it (Yup)

I show them it's real and words can heal

My shit like a medicine cabinet (Yup)

You never was matching it

Your favorite rapper gonna be irrelevant after this (Fuck that nigga)

Just to be rappers, we way too clever

I might run for president after this

I feel like Ye, Jay and Pac

And somebody bought up and packaged it

A little bit lying, 'cause when it's popping

My niggas walk up and whack the shit

I wake up early and think about my life

And can't believe all of this happening (Can you believe this shit?)

It's ups and a game, downs and pains

But I make it all look immaculate

I make it all look immaculate (Bang)

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Benny the Butcher]

I pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that's matching it (Bang)

I made a mill in my sleep, and I kept the shit all in my mattress (Bang)

I'm why they do all the yapping

I'm at what's always happening

I make it all look immaculate

Bang, bitch, bang

Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley's

Bang, bang, bang

Niggas don't really want to tempt me

Bang, bang, bang (Brrr)

I pull a rock and the flyers shit right in the car that's matching it (Ooh)

I make it all look immaculate

Bang