Benny the Butcher - Mr. Chow Hall lyrics

Ayo
This, this Tana Talk 4, right?
So, you know what I mean?
I gotta talk about the shit
That's on my mind
The shit I think about

Yo, I feed my team when I’m bringing in work
'Cause that's how leadership work
And I don’t trust a fiend 'less
His fingertips burnt (Uh, uh)
And I don't want no credit for careers
That I co-created (Nah)
The deals I negotiated, drug dealers
I associate with (My niggas)
Nah (Uh, uh)
'cause seven figures what I had to be
Rapper turned down a contract from me?
Now what he make a year is
What I stack a week
You brag about your whip, but how?
That's a lease (How?)
Spent your down payment at Mr. Chow's
On a Tuesday, now that's a feast
(Let's eat)
Five bands, the cops got in Houston
After that shootin’ (They took it from me)
They tried to get me to come pick out
Of a lineup, but I was useless
In the hospital bed, shot
Them questions they asked, I was clueless
This position that I got as a gangsta
I won’t abuse it (Nah)
The politicians in my city can't believe
I got this off music (How though?)
It’s fucked up that's how y'all view it
Like I'm still dropping off unit's (Huh?)
They say West is the brains (Uh, huh)
And Benny is the star
Conway the silliest with the bars
Well, I couldn’t agree more
'Cause I'm on prime time TV
Fresh off tour in Dior (Uh, huh)
And what that **** deal was for
My shit was ten times more
And that's no disrespect at all
Shit Conway taught me made me a boss (Facts)
And these West's own words
This how he planned it
This what he saw (Uh, huh)
That's how he knew not to do that ****
They both rich, and I am too
So shit, that advice wasn't wrong
The Butcher
Ah