J. Cole, Benny the Butcher - Johnny P’s Caddy lyrics

Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me
Know what I mean?
You know this shit don't feel
As good as it look
(Big Griselda)
I'ma keep it real with you
(Black Soprano Family)
I'm straight, though (I'm good)
This street shit made me what I am today
Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga

This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
More 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh, huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky
Catchin' chickens (Yeah)
I was nice
But they was right when they told
Me that rap a business


I had ten bands in my stash when
I passed over half a million
Come easily? No good
Don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
It's like they put out a smash
Thеn they gone in a flash
Admit it
And then thеy make tracks
And diss us like that's gon'
Add up the digit's (Fuck you doin'?)
They showin' fake racks in pictures like
That's gon' attract the bitches
That was really me, nigga
I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I'm livin'
And I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd
Still be casual spending mil' plus?
Annual income
So here's my manual and then some
And this Eastside shit still in me
My ability to turn words to
Imagery prolly the reason
They gon' remember me (Let's talk)
Figure me
Walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much shit to me
I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checkin'
My mirrors visually (Mm-hmm)
Come with that energy 'cause some shit
Gon' always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought
To Griselda, I say
"Validity"
They askin' "What work y'all niggas
Put in?", I'm like
"What didn't we?"
Problems that I correct through
The obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they
Responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West, tell me
Who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)
'Cause I'm kinda perplexed
It's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, nigga
Ah, let's go

'Bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, nigga
Yeah, Cole fuckin' World
Griselda shit
You know what I mean? (Griselda)
You know what it is, nigga
When I show up
I'm on ten, nigga, not nine

On the night I was born
The rain was pourin'
God was cryin'
Lightnin' struck, power outage
Sparks was flyin'
The real one's here
The young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk
Where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive
A sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the drug
Bars that y'all relyin'
Got these nerds thinkin' that you
Niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as
Comfortable as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth
Know I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure
Me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I'm skatin' on
These records is proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose
Never lettin' them loose
Cole World
The heat'll blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans
No weaklings last in my sneakers
Nigga want me on a song
He gon' see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if
Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than niggas and don't need
A bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty
I see a glass full of ether
Collectin' his bread en masse like
He a Catholic preacher
Just to count a nigga cash
You might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of
The theory of relativity
Really, no MC equal, feel me?
Cole pen be lethal, crib like
An old MTV show
Uh
On God, the best rapper alive
Headshot, now go and ask the
Best rappers that died
They'll tell you he never lied, nigga

Yeah, Tana Talk