Boldy James, The Alchemist, Benny the Butcher - Scrape the Bowl lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, The Alchemist, Benny the Butcher - Scrape the Bowl lyrics]
BB butcher let's get it
From Detroit to Buffalo
We love to smuggle blow
Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
Michigan, back to New York
keep burning up the pipe
We turning up at night
I just earned another stripe
90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
I had to move safe and low
'specially 'cause my face was known
Free all my hitters in the
Clink just tryna make parole
I'ma still scrape the bowl 'til the
Day you make it home
We need a place to pitch, ain't
A mound, get a brick, break it down
Hit a lick, take you down, take a city
Rape a town
80 big ones in the ceiling, tell that bitch
"Don't make a sound"
'80s babies still in prison
Wish that I could break him out
Stood up and he made us proud, told him
"When I make it out
We ain't gon' have to risk our life no more
I found a safer route"
I just shot a kite to bro
He put me on a paper route
Now we on the road
36 Os wrapped up in paper towel
My witness ain't show up to court, the judge
He had to weigh the trial
They say I got a morbid sense of humor
But that made me smile
Shout out to my shooter, when he drill you
That's a flagrant foul
Just put in for his appeal
He told me it might take a while
Told him, "Ain't shit but some time
Just make sure that you make it count"
(Uh, huh)
"And when you get back out that bitch
Don't let these niggas take you out"
Or trick you out the street again
These bitches out here chasing clout" (Huh)
Make sure you double-count it
Give a fuck how long it take to count" (Yo)
I channel my thoughts, dope in my scale
Hand on my fork we hustlers
Prices double up when it land in New York
Wait, name a clique with a
Rep substantial as ours
And the work so good
All the fiends compare you to God
Dope shooters walk my block like it's
The Land of the Lost
I gave back to the ghetto
They never hand you awards
Cool, this for the homies that's dead
And in the yard
All the road trips to cop work
What got my stamina strong
I got my bitch putting animal on
I got my first brick and copped cameras
For the crib and the alarm
Two Os in the V like that Canada squad
Magic in the pot like I
Whip grams with a wand, yeah
This for the money
The hundreds left in the basement
The stash box we only
Touch on special occasions
Y'all not up 'cause y'all do
It just to get famous the plug hit me back
And I been destined for greatness
From Detroit to Buffalo
We love to smuggle blow
Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
Michigan, back to New York
Keep burning up the pipe
We turning up at night
I just earned another strike
90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
I had to move safe and low
'specially 'cause my face was known
Free all my hitters in the
Clink just tryna make parole
I'ma still scrape the bowl 'til the
Day you make it home
From Detroit to Buffalo
We love to smuggle blow
Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
Michigan, back to New York
keep burning up the pipe
We turning up at night
I just earned another stripe
90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
I had to move safe and low
'specially 'cause my face was known
Free all my hitters in the
Clink just tryna make parole
I'ma still scrape the bowl 'til the
Day you make it home
We need a place to pitch, ain't
A mound, get a brick, break it down
Hit a lick, take you down, take a city
Rape a town
80 big ones in the ceiling, tell that bitch
"Don't make a sound"
'80s babies still in prison
Wish that I could break him out
Stood up and he made us proud, told him
"When I make it out
We ain't gon' have to risk our life no more
I found a safer route"
I just shot a kite to bro
He put me on a paper route
Now we on the road
36 Os wrapped up in paper towel
My witness ain't show up to court, the judge
He had to weigh the trial
They say I got a morbid sense of humor
But that made me smile
Shout out to my shooter, when he drill you
That's a flagrant foul
Just put in for his appeal
He told me it might take a while
Told him, "Ain't shit but some time
Just make sure that you make it count"
(Uh, huh)
"And when you get back out that bitch
Don't let these niggas take you out"
Or trick you out the street again
These bitches out here chasing clout" (Huh)
Make sure you double-count it
Give a fuck how long it take to count" (Yo)
I channel my thoughts, dope in my scale
Hand on my fork we hustlers
Prices double up when it land in New York
Wait, name a clique with a
Rep substantial as ours
And the work so good
All the fiends compare you to God
Dope shooters walk my block like it's
The Land of the Lost
I gave back to the ghetto
They never hand you awards
Cool, this for the homies that's dead
And in the yard
All the road trips to cop work
What got my stamina strong
I got my bitch putting animal on
I got my first brick and copped cameras
For the crib and the alarm
Two Os in the V like that Canada squad
Magic in the pot like I
Whip grams with a wand, yeah
This for the money
The hundreds left in the basement
The stash box we only
Touch on special occasions
Y'all not up 'cause y'all do
It just to get famous the plug hit me back
And I been destined for greatness
From Detroit to Buffalo
We love to smuggle blow
Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
Michigan, back to New York
Keep burning up the pipe
We turning up at night
I just earned another strike
90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
I had to move safe and low
'specially 'cause my face was known
Free all my hitters in the
Clink just tryna make parole
I'ma still scrape the bowl 'til the
Day you make it home