Benny the Butcher, Royce da 5'9", Mélanie Rutherford - Who Are You lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Royce da 5'9", Mélanie Rutherford - Who Are You lyrics]
Uh, I ain't gon' even lie
I be having things on my mind all of the time
That I think I need and I be
Knowing that I ain't gon' even buy
I'ma probably just rob and scheme
Man, I'ma rob you in a ride so clean
I ain't even gon' rob you blind, nigga
I'ma rob you seen
I'm from a far side, no side you done seen
Y'all slaves to y'all own mind
And I'ma just play apartheid with your queen
Mean, I ain't gon' even lie
Yo' bitch badder than a bag full of
New cash of that rare tender
Ever since she got that new
Ass that she been draggin'
Fam, she done been The Last Airbender
Coming around here in them yoga pants
Fuck making a pass at her, I'm past that
Man, that bitch could have my whole advance
I might even have to go
Against my better judgement
Say fuck it and hold her hand, damn
I ain't gon' even lie
Sunflower seeds the only time you
Probably see shells fly
Violence be right in my driveway
By a nigga mailbox
I don't know why I keep sayin'
I ain't gon' lie, man
I don't even tell lies
Niggas be claiming that they bleed loyalty
Niggas be saying that they come from royalty
But who are you? Who are you?
Yo, look there's wisdom in my words but
Some men can't see it
Thinking they gon' find the truth
In that shit they reading
My pen stay bleeding
This the pain from them days
I spent sitting next to moms
In them NA meetings
Knowing she gon' smoke again
First of the month
We was rolling and by time the fourth came
We was broke again
So the dope man fed us, we gram sellers
I'm more Manuel Noriega than Mandela
They want me in a jam like
I don't know no damn better
Crammed in a three man cell
Skimming through fan letters
Like what the fuck I'm doing
Here in the first place?
When all the weed burn out
I'm in my worst shape
I think I'm cursed, wait, damn
Brand new pistol
I'm dying to take that bitch
Out like a first date
When it's my turn, watch the game get shifted
My brain the sickest
So every line pain inflicted
My brother went out
Like dark-skinned Jermaine, i miss him
He had a bullet with his name in the chamber
Sitting i hang with spitters but really
Got my name in kitchens
So I do it for them niggas
With that same ambition
This the part where the bitches
And the cars get faster
The richer these rappers get
It's like the bars get trasher
I'm the wrong rapper niggas
Wanna target after
I'm like Bob Backlund mixed
In with Marvin Hagler the butcher
Niggas be claiming that they bleed loyalty
Niggas be saying that they come from royalty
But who are you? Who are you?
I be having things on my mind all of the time
That I think I need and I be
Knowing that I ain't gon' even buy
I'ma probably just rob and scheme
Man, I'ma rob you in a ride so clean
I ain't even gon' rob you blind, nigga
I'ma rob you seen
I'm from a far side, no side you done seen
Y'all slaves to y'all own mind
And I'ma just play apartheid with your queen
Mean, I ain't gon' even lie
Yo' bitch badder than a bag full of
New cash of that rare tender
Ever since she got that new
Ass that she been draggin'
Fam, she done been The Last Airbender
Coming around here in them yoga pants
Fuck making a pass at her, I'm past that
Man, that bitch could have my whole advance
I might even have to go
Against my better judgement
Say fuck it and hold her hand, damn
I ain't gon' even lie
Sunflower seeds the only time you
Probably see shells fly
Violence be right in my driveway
By a nigga mailbox
I don't know why I keep sayin'
I ain't gon' lie, man
I don't even tell lies
Niggas be claiming that they bleed loyalty
Niggas be saying that they come from royalty
But who are you? Who are you?
Yo, look there's wisdom in my words but
Some men can't see it
Thinking they gon' find the truth
In that shit they reading
My pen stay bleeding
This the pain from them days
I spent sitting next to moms
In them NA meetings
Knowing she gon' smoke again
First of the month
We was rolling and by time the fourth came
We was broke again
So the dope man fed us, we gram sellers
I'm more Manuel Noriega than Mandela
They want me in a jam like
I don't know no damn better
Crammed in a three man cell
Skimming through fan letters
Like what the fuck I'm doing
Here in the first place?
When all the weed burn out
I'm in my worst shape
I think I'm cursed, wait, damn
Brand new pistol
I'm dying to take that bitch
Out like a first date
When it's my turn, watch the game get shifted
My brain the sickest
So every line pain inflicted
My brother went out
Like dark-skinned Jermaine, i miss him
He had a bullet with his name in the chamber
Sitting i hang with spitters but really
Got my name in kitchens
So I do it for them niggas
With that same ambition
This the part where the bitches
And the cars get faster
The richer these rappers get
It's like the bars get trasher
I'm the wrong rapper niggas
Wanna target after
I'm like Bob Backlund mixed
In with Marvin Hagler the butcher
Niggas be claiming that they bleed loyalty
Niggas be saying that they come from royalty
But who are you? Who are you?