[Intro: Rick Hyde]
Uh-huh, it's Ricky
Woo
[Verse 1: Rick Hyde]
'Round here, it's better when you got the strength in numbers
Hustle all winter, then we kill 'em every summer
N***** sellin' Oxy's, eight balls, tryna come up (Uh)
We was even sellin' H, too— like a Hummer
I kept my enemies close (Close), my friends was at a distance
They think that I'm stand-off-ish, I'm just watchin' my position (Word)
The top feel a little different, especially when you glistenin'
All I know is trees wrapped in bales like it's Christmas
Actions speak louder, look at this, for instance (Okay)
I can tell you I'ma shoot you, but, to do it is the difference (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
At first you gotta set the quota, to make it is the mission (That money)
Everytime I'm countin' like I'm speakin' to existence, uh
I shower in success, hope it wash away my sorrow
Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause you ain't promised tomorrow (Nope)
My stress is in this blunt, my problems in this bottle
Your life is at my fingertip, this forty filled with hollows, motherfucker
Uh
[Interlude: Keisha Plum & Benny the Butcher]
Prepare for a mental funeral
Mass graveyards for the visual
N***** always wanna eat off your plate
But, only if it's brunch at the Four Seasons
They pretend to love you for all the wrong reasons
Hard to trust a soul, it's a wonder I'm still breathin'
Lucifer was an angel first
Fell from grace, virgins chase
Gold crown on my head
Mirror, stare into the devil's face
God almost took my breath away
N***** stay strapped every single day
The knowledge we drop is foreign
The free slave is an oxymoron
Give you a luxurious death, drive-bys in the foreign
Keisha Plum, Rick Hyde
Glorious Mourning
Yeah
Ah, the Butcher comin', n****
Yo
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
It's a difference from n***** fakin' and hustlers who really shakin' (Really shakin')
I'm Deion with the stars on his jersey, and Ricky Aikman (Uh)
Why give a statement? I come home loyal, and get a banquet
The Feds had you hidin' out in a basement way out in Anchorage, huh
Y'all not finna prove me wrong, just watch how I do these frauds (Just watch)
I'm tipsy off champagne I got from the Louis store (I got from the Louis store)
We prophets with jewelry on
Ostrich and Gucci on (Ostrich and—)
And you was gettin' robbed on blocks I was loopy on, let's go
Prison on a man, I never wish that
It's crazy, though, 'cause y'all made decisions, I made an impact
I probably felt sorry for n***** and gave a bitch back (I gave your bitch back)
But, I don't never remember givin' a lick back (Yo, that's mine)
Ay, look, I fought my evil ways, 'cause the cash tempt me
The bottle talkin' to me, sayin' that it's half-empty
Ay, look, Black Soprano Mob, I'm still so Griselda (Brrt)
I gave 'em plates in the hood like a homeless shelter (The Butcher comin', n****)
[Outro: Benny the Butcher]
Let's go
Ugh
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