To The Grave

[Intro: Nems and Benny the Butcher]

You don't even know what you just did

Uh

Gorilla

Brrrt

Bow!

Ayo Nems what up?

My nigga

East side of Buffalo to Coney Island

C-I

Griselda

Fuck Your Lyfer gang nigga, we out here

Butcher comin' nigga

Yo listen, go get your pops. Go get your uncle, your hardback cousin, whoever nigga. We out here, go get 'em

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

I ain't fuck wit' rat niggas since Big put out Life

And I won't scrap wit' ya, the Sig put out lights

I re-rock then the coppers pull out pipes

I'm the last legend left since the doctors took out Mike

You fuck wit' me and Nems that's a safe hazard

I put gorillas on your back like a Bape jackеt

All my neighbors had base habits

I played thе trap with a plate, a .38, and a straight jacket

Hundred in the stash box, you know what I'm here for

Chainsaws and HGH, Butcher on steroids

You ain't tryna clear at least a million, what you here for?

Dirty money falling out the ceiling on the headboard

Turn my trap phone on, soon as I hit the town

What they re'ing up with I'm spending at Mr. Chao's

Rest in piece to my brother, my mother she miss her child

I wish death to them niggas that hit him and blicked him down

I rode around with dirty scales, lord knows I'm reckless

I went up top and made your bitch get a phone connected

The shit I did in the streets written in stone forever

My young niggas stacking bodies like a bone collector

[Verse 2: Nems]

I won't stop until you gone forever

Hit the block in the coldest leather

You motherfuckers on all these tracks, talkin' bout all this money

But if ya girl break up with you right now, you gon' be homeless nigga

That's why at shows heavily booed rappers

Left arm swerve, steadily shoot backwards

Question the boot tactics

When you die, you gon' get greeted in heaven by 72 faggots

So stop pressin' your luck, the desert is tucked

This the resurrection of Ruck

I'm on the block with a ugly bitch caressing her butt

Bitch I don't care how many kids you got I'm just tryna fuck (Bitch)

Straight up, keep iron on the waist

Rob niggas in my building walk buy 'em everyday

I'd be lying if I say that I listen to your shit

Smack your fucking teeth out, now you whistle when you spit

I'm official with the spit and the merch speaking for me

I can teach a nigga how to turn 7 dollars to forty (Times a thousand)

You can't ignore when I mash with Butcher

We be runnin' down on rappers like Ashton Kutcher (Punk nigga)

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher and Nems]

All I got, all I got

Is the game, is the game

Hundred shots, hundred shots

It'll wave, let 'em wave

You on top, you on top

I feel the same, I feel the same

From the block, from the block

To the grave, to the grave

[Outro: Nems]

Brrrrrat, motherfucker