Benny the Butcher - Me & Doug lyrics

Turn me up some, Shay it’s Benny
Thousand eight grams my First Brick
Turn me up some ayo
They want to know why I named
This joint My First Brick
‘Cause when I got my first brick
Tch, I can’t even describe that feeling
That’s the feeling you’ll never feel again
Man it’s like your first Benz
Your first bad bitch, nigga
Your first ten stacks
Shoutout to the whole Trust
Shoutout to the whole, whole Black Sopranos

All for the fame, we bought cars in a chain
It’s all fun and games ‘til
Your dog run your name
See they don’t want to talk about
The scars and the pain
But they’ll tell you anything
To keep y’all entertained
How you a boss and never took
A loss in the game?
It’s funny though ‘cause sometimes your
Loss is a gain
Never told nothing, never coughed up a name
Got my paperwork on the wall in the frame
Got my GED behind bars in a cage
Almost cried when I seen crossing the stage
When I was that age, I was lost in a daze
They said it was nothing wrong
It was all just a phase
I was whipping raw, flipping hard
Getting paid the plug hit me with a bomb
Like he tossed a grenade
Same thing make you smile be
The cause of your pain as a man
All you got is your balls and your name
She want to take a trip
Lay up all in the shade
First ride with this half a brick
Of raw on the train
Blowin' money fast, it was gone ‘fore it came
Don’t forget to stash when it rain
The shit got real, my dogs didn’t change
When you go broke
I doubt that these broads is the same
Regardless of fame, my squad’s still the same
We say it’s a family but they call it a gang
Is it ‘cause my clique be
Moving with clips and shooters
401K, none of my chicks is boosters
Penthouse suites
The rooms come with mezuzahs
Versace kicks, the shoes come with Medusas
It’s Benny, nigga
Everything I spit exclusive
And I don’t buy guns
Unless extra clips included
Before we got lit and took trips to Houston
Had a bed in the fed correctional institution
Thinking like
"when they plan on sending me home?"
Eating in the same mess hall as Emory Jones
I give you game
Don’t tell it ‘cause it’s meant to be sold
They already know me when I
Bump into these hoes
I think these young niggas
Got penitentiary goals
He 19, but when he finish up his sentence
He old i’m from the city where the
Bullets hitting innocent souls
Niggas will rob their own momma
To see Benjamins fold
Still out the Garden of Eden just
To sit in the road
Bitches still thinking everything that
Glitter is gold
What you know about being thrown
Out into the cold
Then get the crib with no key
You had to enter a code
Never heard of me? Shit
You probably live in a hole
Real niggas never worry ‘bout getting exposed
Got my first brick and my
First lick was a zone my second joint
The only problem was getting it home

Me & Doug yeah
My First Brick