Benny the Butcher - Bust a Brick Nick lyrics

Niggas can't talk this shit like I talk it
These niggas ain't been where I been
I told them that like three years ago
Who better than Griselda, nigga?
Who did it like us, nigga?
Yo, uh

Niggas say they nice
But don't shake shit up like the Butch'
(Uh, uh)
I got a movie deal, but chilling
'cause my real life like a book
(Uh, huh)
Blue steel knife for the jugg so don't
Be that life that I took
(Nigga)
And next time you sneak diss me, just pay me
(Just pay me)
I'll write the hook (I'll write the hook)
Now look who the bread-earner (Earnеr)
The east side Tеd Turner
In this business, it's best to stay out
Your feelings to advance further
Can't shake the bitch, I told her
"I get the neck, but I can't serve ya"
She not my type, but her pops the connect
So I can't curve her (Damn)
Before a bullet wound, there was shit
That permanently hurt me (Damn)
In a wheelchair it was hard to
Smile on my 36th birthday
Being honest
This could be karma I probably deserve
In the first place (For the shit I did)
The shit I'm thinkin' 'bout on the jet
That's landin' in Burbank (Huh)
Fuck rap, we be back pluggin' whole unit's
The worst case (Whole joints)
These jewels on my shirt say
"Bitch, come in, I don't skirt-chase"
(Not at all)
But it's over, and that
Was my fourth felony
Certainly
Got a warning
I'd be in Lewisburg right now
If they search me
Locked in with plugs
So I know that shit y'all coppin' no good
To get the drop (What's that?)
I'm the type to send fiends
To shop in your hood
I'm like '95 KG, nigga
(What that mean?) , I'm with the wolves
But me and City Mike and Pippen
'fore Rodman got to the Bulls
Uh
Before we talk paper
Let's make a simple assessment
My little crypto investment was
Probably triple your necklace
(Triple)
On this episode of Flavor of Love
Your bitch a contestant
Said she don't never suck
Dick the first night
This an exception
Hide the paper somewhere safe
A place them dicks won't expect it
Then calculate how long it's
Gon' take to get
To your weapon (Are you strapped?)
No love songs, I kept it gangsta 24/7
You crying-ass rappers' label should send
Y'all niggas to Ellen
Ayo, Butch', let me holla at you
Wait, chill, chill, give me one second, nah
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
Y'all niggas like hoes
We can talk when y'all done beggin'
Now, let's talk about this shit that
I did to become legend
'Cause the money not enough no more
(The Butcher comin', nigga)
I want credit (Uh, uh)
The money not enough for this
Feel like I made too much of it
Seven-figure deal
Tell my plug I'm still hustlin'
(I'm still hustlin')
Ten-year anniversary
Soprano's still bubblin'
A Buffalo nigga with a
Flow nobody fuckin' with
And the race, I already won
I guess this lap was for victory
Doing songs with bigger acts and they
Tell me that's going industry
But look back at my history
(Look back, nigga) for the past five years
It's like my status been tripling
I get back with humility
Make no excuses, came to the conclusion
That y'all should hate me (Y'all should)
They wanna do this
But my shooters been cutting off water lately
Too rich to incarcerate me on charges
Them odds are shaky
The feds watch me get an M
On TV like I'm Carson Daly
(Huh)
Streets tore me apart
My heart cold like a orphan baby
(Like an orphan)
The pain a reminder
I feel like these is the scars that made me
(Made me who I am)
Had my best run when I lost Shay
Of course it's crazy
(That's my nigga)
I ask God to bring him back
Pray he jump out his coffin maybe
(Huh?)
In all white like they ain't never sin
But you will never win
How you gon' call me Hollywood, bitch
And you ain't never been?
You know my regimen
CLS Benz that I ain't never rent
(Uh, uh)
First thing she do is tell a friend
If I ever let her in
(Damn)
They wanna know how I'm up off
Records that they don't never spin
Another ten steps ahead of them by
The time it all settle in
When I drop, rappers fucked and this time
They dead again
I got a closet full of
Measuring cups and dead presidents

The Butcher, nigga
Alchemist