Benny the Butcher, Elcamino - India lyrics

Yo, turn me up some yeah
Ayo, you gotta respect my shit
You know what I mean?
I been silent for so long
Ayo, Beave, I been that nigga
For so long, you heard, bro?
I been real, I been thorough for so long
Real shit i can't make this shit up
The Butcher comin', nigga
It's Griselda, nigga griselda
Doot doot doot doot doot doot yeah, uh

I'm really 'bout this life
Y'all niggas play when the drugs come
Y'all take what the plug front
I pay what the plug want
Ask my bitch, I turn a vacay to a drug run
She think I'm spendin' money
But I just made me a lump sum
I remember ridin' down to VA, it was hectic
I was 'noid, I was skeptic, if I score


Then I'm connected
I picked Jeanine to ride with me
'cause she had it perfected i was right
She stayed loyal when she took
That charge in Texas
You know I fuck with sis
Made me feel like I'm a mack
She said you sweet talk these hoes
And they might bring you stacks
See, pimpin' not my thing but just
To see where I was at
I put two bitches on Backpage
In rooms back to back most importantly Indy
For the risks she took with me
Put a job on the line
Now helped turn 5 to 50
And when dough was the object
I went broke in the process
I even got evicted
She kept me low in the projects
No matter your condition
Always know it's your mindset bounced back
Bought her a whip and a bag to go beside that
Now tell me I ain't hustlin'
Feel like I'm back in the kitchen
They fuckin' up the work
They call me back and I fix it
I'm still a dope man
Don't you never forget this
Before them Sway freestyles
The cartels showed interest
You hit my line, I hit you
Back, you want a 9, i get you that
Don't pay on time, that get you
Taxed, I miss a dime, they get you whacked
When Josh got shot
The rest of us was at a meeting
That I didn't call him for
What the fuck was I thinkin'?
I did the same thing to Streets and
He got knocked with the strap
Moral of the story is don't leave nobody back
Couple weeks before a tour
In the middle of a war
Opps feelin' like they up and I
Done been through this before
I got secrets I can't tell
I got demons in my closet
I can't remember faces of the
People we done got with fans tryna greet me
Come and meet me 'cause I'm poppin'
They reachin' out to dap me
I'm reachin' for my rocket, ah

I'm rollin' up stresses, smoke a blunt or two
I swear you don't know what I'm goin' through
I been through hell and back
It's what I'm goin' through
They see my Rollie
But they don't know what I'm goin' through
All these bands on me that
I be blowin' through
And all these bitches I be goin' through
I swear they don't know
What I'm goin' through
I swear they don't know
What I'm goin' through

They got used to handouts
I always will stand out
My own cloth became my own boss
That's how you branch out
You never put in work
With me, then certainly, i can't vouch
The trap spot in '03
I ran like a slant route
'Cause I was linked with older niggas
Book bag and dough was in it
Feds pulled us over with it
Chine Gun was my co-defendant
Now he gone and I'm copin' with it
Before he died, we had a
Chat, but before that
We ain't spoke a minute
It was over shit he did, over shit I said
But his last words to me:
"Bruh, hold your head", uh
My mom got eight kids
He was the oldest child
And I'm next up, so guess I'm the oldest now
So it's only right I hold it down
Rap sale blowin' piles
Where niggas are generals just
Like Colin Powell
It's hard bein' genuine when
Y'all bein' feminine
Like they pick up the trait's of
The broads they been chillin' with
You ain't Scarface 'cause you sniff
Raw through a Benjamin i'm Scarface
I really got raw from a immigrant
It's more shit I'm goin' through
My baby mama trippin'
Over bullshit, she told me since the deal
I'm actin' different
I get back off the road, I don't chill
It's back to business
I'm doin' shows while my homies
Up top ask for visit's
Why my man gun jam when he
Was tryna clap them niggas?
The case still open
So I can't get that specific
I used to trap with a brick on a plate
Stackin' digit's traded that in for this
So that made me sacrilegious

I'm rollin' up stresses, smoke a blunt or two
I swear you don't know what I'm goin' through
I been through hell and back
It's what I'm goin' through
They see my Rollie
But they don't know what I'm goin' through
All these bands on me that
I be blowin' through
And all these bitches I be goin' through
I swear they don't know
What I'm goin' through
I swear they don't know
What I'm goin' through