Benny the Butcher, Harry Fraud - When Tony Met Sosa lyrics

Jeremie Damon Pennick

[Benny the Butcher, Harry Fraud - When Tony Met Sosa lyrics]

Ayo, you know every time I come back
My shit A1 niggas be like, "Yo, ayo
You saved this rap shit" i be like, "Nah
This rap shit saved me though"
(La música de Harry Fraud) Uh

When niggas said they need less
Trappers and more poets
I kept talkin' to hustlers that's more heroic
It's a difference when you
Rise out the ghetto, come back and grow it
The game broke my heart in three places
I never show it
Close my eyes and the voice in my
Eardrums tell me 'fore the Feds come
To turn these bread crumbs to a hedge fund
Y'all the type to change your
Life when niggas survive shootings
You made it out alive, retired
And drive Uber
I laugh at this whole shit, how
I captured it so quick, yeah
I ran the field with the passion of old Vick
Y'all dumb niggas broke 'cause money
And accidents don't mix
Trafficked my flow just like I'm
Back to my old tricks
Been a young legend, I caught flashes in '06
Buttons on the driver's side make
The passenger door flip, yeah
I've been gettin' a little too accurate
I need new challenges
You know the rules, if you move backwards
Then you do calendars
For street niggas, I'm the new catalyst
But who fathomed it?
My heroes in federal sweat
Suit's and New Balances
What's the outcome for niggas like
Me? Where do I land?
I put a Prezi on my wrist
When the streets forced my hand
Bumpin' into old beef in my city
We spinnin' blocks
There's pressure until we get the
Respect you give your pops
Can only name a few rhymers who had it like
"Dude got it" make a list, huh
And I'm on they heels like shoe polish
I let niggas talk all last year
I was too modest whole gang up and my safe
Stuffed like a Jew wallet
Uh, I pray for block boys
Who phones doin' fifteen hundreds
Just to turn the shit he
Pumpin' into crispy hundreds
Yeah, okay, we know it's rap
But don't forget we hustlers
And how we used to bag
Dope up on empty stomachs

Uh, the Butcher comin', nigga
Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout?
Every time I come back, my shit A1
That's why the niggas in the
Jails fuck with me
That's why them niggas in the
Offices fuck with me
Ayo, Fraud, this shit crazy
This nostalgic, nigga
Shit feel like when Tony met Sosa
Ah, this for my niggas, man
I been ten toes down
That's why my shit sound like this
I ain't make none of this up
Big Griselda, Black Soprano Family
The Butcher comin', nigga

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