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[Intro: Sy Ari da Kid]

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[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]

Knock, knock, who's there?

The feds comin' to take my brother for two years

But who cares? The show must go on

Happy new year

I want what they want, but I want it more

I know you see me fightin' at the game like Suns in four

I'm under more scrutiny, we usually punt the ball

But it's fourth and inches and coaches wanna talk, but of course, I didn't

And fuck the court systems and all the prisons

Ironic, he gave his word before he saw a sеntence

I'm honest, in Hеll's Kitchen, still, I do all the dishes

My kindness got taken for weakness

You ever look in the face of your demons while your son and daughter wanna play

Tryna make up a reason?

It ain't they fault, so pick your head up, son

Lace up your sneakers, we never belong here

'Cause whether you make it to Heaven or not, the devil was born there

Settle the score wherever you saw fear if ever you saw fear

The last time I folded, I was bendin' a lawn chair

We all clear like skippin' through the line at the airport

They all stare 'cause I'm lookin' younger than I am, I age in dog years

I hate these niggas like Klan members, man, remember

I don't care if you gay, straight, or transgender, beginner

You don't want no static, fix your antenna

Dipset affiliate, I'm still callin' Cam Killa

How he a real nigga? He ain't got his mans with him

Not a single person from his fam or kin, I just can't seem to shake hands with him

Lord, forgive me, let's pour some Henny for the ones no longer with me

There's darkness in me, I'm haunted, really

But who don't like horror movies? I walk through 'em

I lyrically painted vivid pictures, that's all proven

You are now e-mailin' the first comin' of Jon Gruden

Make way, both ways paved, always in the middle

'Cause I never graduated from eighth grade

This for them inmates that's still locked up in a cage

Still bettin' cigarettes and coffee when they play spades

Still sayin', "Ayy," still don't give a fuck what they say

Still want my money on time, not a day late, safe, yeah

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid & Benny the Butcher]

Don't forget to say your grace (Don't forget to say your grace)

Money don't sleep, stay awake (One eye open, I owe you one, nigga, I owe you two)

Don't speak on another man, that ain't your place (Uh-uh, The Butcher comin')

Say your grace

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

She stayed a week with me at the Regency

My driver waitin' conveniently

I set the pace, then I easily dominate it

Is these rappers real? (Uh)

I never speak in these conversations, I'm biased (Not me)

I had a key for them BET nominations

We not equivalent

Bein' a street nigga don't make you real as this (Nah)

Tell me how when you not as comfortable in your skin as this

Our society, but without the fame, they ain't gonna set me (No)

I made some friends after them championship games, rain that confetti

But I'ma lose 'em when I pull up back home in that Scaglietti (Skrrt)

They think the drug dealin' me still alive like Machiavelli (Damn)

So if rap got a title, most likely, it gotta be his (Bitch)

All honesty mixed with quality kids, I'm not into trends (Uh-uh)

When will this cocky shit end? (When?) Look at how sloppy I is (I'm just trippin')

I'm lane shoppin', browsin' hoods I could buy some property in (Yeah)

I took a couple rappers' spots, and I'm not sorry I did (Fuck 'em)

I got this money quietly like I'm Sy Ari da Kid

The Butcher, nigga (Ah)

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]

It's crazy

Don't forget to say your grace

Money don't sleep, stay awake

Don't speak on another man, that ain't your place

Yeah, say your grace, nigga

[Outro: Sy Ari da Kid]

Say your grace, nigga

Say your grace

Say that