Benny the Butcher, DOM KENNEDY - Over the Limit lyrics
Jeremie Damon Pennick
[Benny the Butcher, DOM KENNEDY - Over the Limit lyrics]
Yeah shit sound crazy, Hit
The Butcher comin', nigga
See the difference is
From me and y'all niggas
I really did this shit though
So I can say what I wanna say, uh (Hit-Boy)
I do this religiously and I don't
Trust fools in this industry
Mad I came through on a winnin' streak
That's me blastin' through
Your car auxiliary
They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy
Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin'
It take me back to the corners I solicited on
You know the ratio, when you from the hood
The only place we know
Only three out of ten of
Us gon' make it though
No President Trump shit, elegant thug shit
Yeah, left on parole
Gettin' heroin plugged in
Feelings ain't 'posed to linger
I left without regrets
Numb like anesthesia, feds want me subpoenaed
For niggas chasin' goals that
I targetted myself some of my best verses
I'm just talkin' to myself
They won't let me live for
Shit I already did
Every time my opps need medics
The credit hit's
I'm like a mirror, not your reflection
The better years but if you break me
That's bad luck for eleven years
Every time one of us die, I shed a tear
Then look in the sky
I wonder if Heaven there
That was Benny at the height of
The pressure and never scared
So the bond that I built
With my niggas'll never tear
Only a few in this room, yeah
That's when you rare
Get a million dollar deal, we used
To get rid of squares, hmm
Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm in it like a taxi
Your chick wanna bag me
Huh, push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm goin' over the limit, we
Never pose for pictures, motherfucker
Live from the block
We came to remind those who forgot me
I really bagged dope in Versace
Ducked indictments, then got rich
That really shocked me
Even the FBI surprised that
They don't got me
They tellin' me I'm sayin' too
Much, but that's the thing, my shit real
And these rappers playin' too much
Streets taught me, take it easy
Never plan too much
Could only move a quarter
Then a thousand grams too much
I'm speakin' as a survivor
The load gettin' heavy
I'm reachin' back for my partners
Stuck in them ghettos
That make you feel like a hostage
The ones that speak on
My pockets can't imagine
Doin' a quarter of what I accomplished
Around 2010, trap got raided by the sheriffs
Came home in 2012, tendin' to my marriage
Violated back in '13, broke and embarrassed
2014, I met a plug off of merit
Took my best shot everytime
My connect stopped by
My driveway look like a highway rest stop
Hmm
You ever been gettin' money, then stopped
'Cause the pressure of gettin' knocked
Conflicted with Hip-Hop? Hmm
Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm in it like a taxi
Your chick wanna bag me
Huh, push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm goin' over the limit, we
Never pose for pictures, motherfucker
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Please leave a message after the tone
Ayo, B, this Cecil, yo
Yo, I'ma have your money, man
Why you gotta be sendin' niggas
Down to the shop though, fam?
You embarassin' me in front of the
Company, you know what I'm sayin', fam?
I'ma have your lil' fifty
Thousand, man, I apologize, man
A nigga goin' through somethin' right now
I make, I make sandwiches all
Day, nigga, come on, man
Don't, don't, don't be too hard
On a nigga, man, i mean
Oh by the way I make, I make
The best tuna melt there is, nigga
You need to come down to the shop
You know what I'm sayin'?
Instead of sendin' your goonies, they
Scarin' the white people, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
You, you can't be scarin' the white people
They don't
Know if it's Black Live Matters or robbery
You know what I mean?
So, y, come on down, fam, we talk
It out, I, I got your money, sorry
I got your money, man for real, man
But you remember you made it, nigga
Nigga just tryna make it, nigga
Nigga, you made it, nigga, you made it
The Butcher comin', nigga
See the difference is
From me and y'all niggas
I really did this shit though
So I can say what I wanna say, uh (Hit-Boy)
I do this religiously and I don't
Trust fools in this industry
Mad I came through on a winnin' streak
That's me blastin' through
Your car auxiliary
They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy
Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin'
It take me back to the corners I solicited on
You know the ratio, when you from the hood
The only place we know
Only three out of ten of
Us gon' make it though
No President Trump shit, elegant thug shit
Yeah, left on parole
Gettin' heroin plugged in
Feelings ain't 'posed to linger
I left without regrets
Numb like anesthesia, feds want me subpoenaed
For niggas chasin' goals that
I targetted myself some of my best verses
I'm just talkin' to myself
They won't let me live for
Shit I already did
Every time my opps need medics
The credit hit's
I'm like a mirror, not your reflection
The better years but if you break me
That's bad luck for eleven years
Every time one of us die, I shed a tear
Then look in the sky
I wonder if Heaven there
That was Benny at the height of
The pressure and never scared
So the bond that I built
With my niggas'll never tear
Only a few in this room, yeah
That's when you rare
Get a million dollar deal, we used
To get rid of squares, hmm
Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm in it like a taxi
Your chick wanna bag me
Huh, push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm goin' over the limit, we
Never pose for pictures, motherfucker
Live from the block
We came to remind those who forgot me
I really bagged dope in Versace
Ducked indictments, then got rich
That really shocked me
Even the FBI surprised that
They don't got me
They tellin' me I'm sayin' too
Much, but that's the thing, my shit real
And these rappers playin' too much
Streets taught me, take it easy
Never plan too much
Could only move a quarter
Then a thousand grams too much
I'm speakin' as a survivor
The load gettin' heavy
I'm reachin' back for my partners
Stuck in them ghettos
That make you feel like a hostage
The ones that speak on
My pockets can't imagine
Doin' a quarter of what I accomplished
Around 2010, trap got raided by the sheriffs
Came home in 2012, tendin' to my marriage
Violated back in '13, broke and embarrassed
2014, I met a plug off of merit
Took my best shot everytime
My connect stopped by
My driveway look like a highway rest stop
Hmm
You ever been gettin' money, then stopped
'Cause the pressure of gettin' knocked
Conflicted with Hip-Hop? Hmm
Yeah, I'ma push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm in it like a taxi
Your chick wanna bag me
Huh, push it to the limit
Copped the same day and
Got the windows tinted
Dropped two hundred so they
Really know the difference
I'm goin' over the limit, we
Never pose for pictures, motherfucker
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Please leave a message after the tone
Ayo, B, this Cecil, yo
Yo, I'ma have your money, man
Why you gotta be sendin' niggas
Down to the shop though, fam?
You embarassin' me in front of the
Company, you know what I'm sayin', fam?
I'ma have your lil' fifty
Thousand, man, I apologize, man
A nigga goin' through somethin' right now
I make, I make sandwiches all
Day, nigga, come on, man
Don't, don't, don't be too hard
On a nigga, man, i mean
Oh by the way I make, I make
The best tuna melt there is, nigga
You need to come down to the shop
You know what I'm sayin'?
Instead of sendin' your goonies, they
Scarin' the white people, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
You, you can't be scarin' the white people
They don't
Know if it's Black Live Matters or robbery
You know what I mean?
So, y, come on down, fam, we talk
It out, I, I got your money, sorry
I got your money, man for real, man
But you remember you made it, nigga
Nigga just tryna make it, nigga
Nigga, you made it, nigga, you made it
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