Benny the Butcher - Breakdowns lyrics

Made it back home with
The whole thing takedown
When I was getting it off of breakdowns
I been in shootouts with the opps
Fed raids and shakedowns
‘Cause we was getting it off of breakdowns
The plug got knocked with a gun
So that nigga upstate now
When we was getting it off of breakdowns
Quarter million down in Cape Town
Surprised I ain’t face trial
I always get it off of breakdowns

This shit was rough
I had to make tough decisions
Thinking back over ties that I cut with sis
So much powder on the counter
I had to dust the kitchen
And the prices so low
They think the plug a midget
I ain’t stumble over luck and get it
It ain’t that you know I put mine up
They go to clubs and spend it
Run that flick shit
I was still juggling business in the trap
Me and Jay Rock bagging bundles in it
Said he beat me out some paper
Then you know he a liar, nigga
I ain’t rolled with 8’s since Kobe retired
Know some niggas who sold coke
Then spoke on the wire
Over dough, I sat in the fed hole as a minor
Uh my first brick how I got my bounce
But I made more ounce by ounce, hand to hand
Going out my house
Only real shit come out my mouth
Thumbing through this bread and
I’ll put it on
Your head ‘fore I stop my count
The block will erupt if buy watches
We here at Matties with a brick
Of raw locked in the trunk
Twenty-five shots get you stopped
In your truck and I heard the word is the
Shooter hopped in with us let’s go

Made it back home with
The whole thing takedown
When I was getting it off of breakdowns
I been in shootouts with the opps
Fed raids and shakedowns
‘Cause we was getting it off of breakdowns
The plug got knocked with a gun
So that nigga upstate now
When we was getting it off of breakdowns
Quarter million down in Cape Town
Surprised I ain’t face trial
I always get it off of breakdowns

I turn your block to a new set
If I don’t tell him cool that
You fuck niggas ain’t give me no
Advice I could use yet
Who set the table with 8
Balls like a pool set
Was stressing true, yes
Now it’s VS’s on my crew neck
The strap mine, the homie just riding
And tote it for me, ha
And he down to line you over this money
The plug need me to get rid of it
You know it’s ugly
Got my price cheap as the niggas
Who sold it to me
And their diamonds don’t hit like this
Their whips not fast enough
Bring that bitch around again and
I’ma end up tagging her
30-something for a joint
The numbers not adding up
Take it to the table
I’ll make triple when you bag it up
The Butcher, nigga

Made it back home with
The whole thing takedown
When I was getting it off of breakdowns
I been in shootouts with the opps
Fed raids and shakedowns
‘Cause we was getting it off of breakdowns
The plug got knocked with a gun
So that nigga upstate now
When we was getting it off of breakdowns
Quarter million down in Cape Town
Surprised I ain’t face trial
I always get it off of breakdowns