Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine - Fly with Me lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine - Fly with Me lyrics]
When I was broke
My confidence was on a million
My shit was on a million
'Cause I knew I was comin' out of that
We split the money up in two
Five hundred grand in the kitty (Uh, huh)
All these racks
Got your bitch down in Panama City
Yeah, this for the haters that
Was plannin' to get me
Steppin' on them zips got
Me standin' in Fendi
This for honest success and for
All the promises kept
You know I'm down to pay
Homage out of respect (Out of respect)
But I still spray hollows out of a TEC
Rolly face full of diamonds for
When it's time to reflect
I've been down that same road
So I feel for those it's hard to run in the
Streets whеn your children know
I'm always on the money trail
I got a feel for gold
Only rappеr to bid with E and
Do a deal with Hov
You know my pedigree respected by
Everybody ahead of me
The judge had plans on beheadin' me
The paperwork said I turned South Buff'
To a hub dealin' drugs
I'm a Kingpin allegedly
You know that means piano keys
That's white as Keanu Reeves
When they get their first brick
They channel me (Channel me)
Five deep at the game, three grand a seat
This mornin'
I woke up what I always claimed to be
That nigga
Real shit
When I was broke, ask all my niggas
I was focused on this rap shit
All the way, all the way locked
And I had just fucked up
My money in the streets
I had just fucked up my money in the streets
I needed that moment to be broke
To respect my niggas' name
All my niggas is hustlers all my niggas
Look word to the stars in the Wraith ceiling
Remember wakin' up being broke
I hated the feeling
My sacrifice and dedication just
Made a few million
Handin' in my tapes to the label
I'm shakin' the building we global
They got murals of my face on the buildings
And that's way in New Zealand
Damn, look at all the paper I reeled in
Before the Shady deal
I was basically dealing
My bitch ain't have a fat ass
But her face was appealing
Yeah, it's La Maquina the honourable
Bodies get to droppin'
The feds think we responsible
My dog home from prison
Shit'll take a lot out of you
Married his girl in jail and got
Her pregnant on the conjugal facts
I did everything I promised to
Bentley trucks for Londa and my mama too
Where I'm from, you get too rich
They ain't fond of you what? The FN close
I want extra smoke
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Machine, bitch
You a real hustler
It's a ton of knowledge in being broke
My nigga so cherish that feeling
Ask all my niggas cherish that feeling
My confidence was on a million
My shit was on a million
'Cause I knew I was comin' out of that
We split the money up in two
Five hundred grand in the kitty (Uh, huh)
All these racks
Got your bitch down in Panama City
Yeah, this for the haters that
Was plannin' to get me
Steppin' on them zips got
Me standin' in Fendi
This for honest success and for
All the promises kept
You know I'm down to pay
Homage out of respect (Out of respect)
But I still spray hollows out of a TEC
Rolly face full of diamonds for
When it's time to reflect
I've been down that same road
So I feel for those it's hard to run in the
Streets whеn your children know
I'm always on the money trail
I got a feel for gold
Only rappеr to bid with E and
Do a deal with Hov
You know my pedigree respected by
Everybody ahead of me
The judge had plans on beheadin' me
The paperwork said I turned South Buff'
To a hub dealin' drugs
I'm a Kingpin allegedly
You know that means piano keys
That's white as Keanu Reeves
When they get their first brick
They channel me (Channel me)
Five deep at the game, three grand a seat
This mornin'
I woke up what I always claimed to be
That nigga
Real shit
When I was broke, ask all my niggas
I was focused on this rap shit
All the way, all the way locked
And I had just fucked up
My money in the streets
I had just fucked up my money in the streets
I needed that moment to be broke
To respect my niggas' name
All my niggas is hustlers all my niggas
Look word to the stars in the Wraith ceiling
Remember wakin' up being broke
I hated the feeling
My sacrifice and dedication just
Made a few million
Handin' in my tapes to the label
I'm shakin' the building we global
They got murals of my face on the buildings
And that's way in New Zealand
Damn, look at all the paper I reeled in
Before the Shady deal
I was basically dealing
My bitch ain't have a fat ass
But her face was appealing
Yeah, it's La Maquina the honourable
Bodies get to droppin'
The feds think we responsible
My dog home from prison
Shit'll take a lot out of you
Married his girl in jail and got
Her pregnant on the conjugal facts
I did everything I promised to
Bentley trucks for Londa and my mama too
Where I'm from, you get too rich
They ain't fond of you what? The FN close
I want extra smoke
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Machine, bitch
You a real hustler
It's a ton of knowledge in being broke
My nigga so cherish that feeling
Ask all my niggas cherish that feeling