Black Soprano Family - We Here lyrics

Fuck them other niggas, shit
My biggest opp was patience
Another six figures on a table
I can taste it
Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch
This Rollie like a bracelet
Everythin' residual
I'm out here gettin' placements
Unc' was in the kitchen with
The pots and the Mason
My fate was slowly comin' out the water
Like it's Jason
We don't need role models, we need innovation
I'm tellin' you, I feel it in the air
Ventilation
Black Soprano Family, the new administration
My maneuverin' is gracious
You must knew a nigga facе it
I took two to miss some greats
You just do enough to make it
I wrap you in a circle


Like you hoggin' up the blanket
I never seen a bitch I
Couldn't fuck or a spaceship
I never seen this kind of
Money workin' on a dayshift
Two hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud
What I wasted
My dream was right in front of me
I got up and I chased it
Bitch, it's Ricky, yo

Ayo, hustle for a cause, so I'm ignorin' cost
Dirty text
All bitches waitin' on me to respond
Underground king, but I got hit's
Like Chaka Khan
And a hundred hoes tryna introduce
Me to they mom
I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs
When they smell a line
I don't mix every niggas stories
When I'm tellin' mine
But I might got a lick for yours
When I'm sellin' mine
Uh, don't fuck with the split
Then never mind a nigga once told me the
Same and he fell behind
I came in this world way beyond my time
And then put in more work in
Than all these niggas combined
Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math
By the time they catch up
I'll be on to another bag
In the back of the Benz
And I'm lettin' burden blast
Pourin', if it's stretched
Fill it up my glass
I might not come in first
But it won't be last
If all else fails, I'm gon' need another mask
But, I ain't one of them niggas
That's always been want cash
That's why y'all be stayin' out the
Way in this bucket of crabs
Trackhawk off the lot
'cause I fucked up the Jack
Speed limit thirty
But I still do a buck and a half

I done went from rags to
Riches and finer things
Sold dope for leathered coats
And a diamond ring
I ain't the captain of the yacht
But I'm on the team
I'm hip-hop, like Big Pop'
It was all a dream
I'm representin' for the low
And niggas call me Heem
Every verse like good coke
All the balls be clean
Niggas cryin' out, broke
Tryna 'cause a scene
I was posted in the ghetto
Servin' all the fiends
See me out a hundred deep
I'm with all the Gs
Labels send another check
Spend it all on peace it's the mob, nigga
Few shooters and hard dealers
I spent nights thinkin' 'bout
Life with scarred killers
We all villains, no fillers, I'm Mike
Thriller
I'm tryna moonwalk on money and white tennis
My life menace, black Glocks and white Lennon
I come from bad blocks
Where murder was good business
This for the trenches
Help my niggas and pretty bitches
And gangstas worldwide
Ridin' round with them switches

I had to block them hoes when
I had that bread to get
Then made her eat her friend pussy
You had to beg the bitch
They wanna know how I became
A millionaire so quick project baby
Raised off milk and eggs from wick
Before you ever heard of Butch
I was low-key rockin'
Whole key coppin', straight drop
Ain't no re-rockin'
Before them out of town shows
I was OT coppin'
Had packs jumpin' out New York
Like they Obi Toppin
Three foreigns in a year
I'm gettin' fat off this dough
And lappin' niggas
So I'm still burnin' calories though
She fuckin' bro
But I won't never get mad at the bro
She fuck the team
She probably get in a reality show
They call me Benzy the Butcher when
I'm veerin' in this whip
And I be starin' at your bitch
Like I'm starin' at a brick
Hood nigga, so it's really not a way to me
I'm rich i might be wearin' all this
Shit at a charity event
I hear all these hoes
Sayin' they fuck-nigga free
But what they really mean is
They fuck niggas free
When I made a quarter-million bucks in a week
And my bitch pushed that new
Beamer truck through the streets
Uh, rumors in the city, I ain't put nobody on
Lovey just finished his deal
Heem on shit with me and Dram'
Ricky on Breakfast Club
Pissin' everybody off i'm chillin'
Gettin' fifty-somethin' tonight on the tour
So if it was really on
I would've spint back already
Got your mint clapped already
I had y'all gift-wrapped already
I'm into gettin' money though
I been at this cheddy
'Cause BSF really stand for Been
Stackin' Fetti, it's the Butch, nigga