Benny the Butcher, G Herbo, Rick Hyde - Alone lyrics

You can see my shit lightin'
Up through the booth window
Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?
Ah, straight like that yeah, uh

I got a lot 'cause I'm loyal, for that
And makin' work lock from the oil
Black Soprano, signed then get a chain
Glock and a lawyer
Notorious, when you talk and runnin'
Traps and enjoyin' it
Shit, I graduated valedictorian
They want me buried and broke
But since fourteen, I been married to dope
What we deserve
Heaven and hell? Apparently both
My hustle way more advanced
The double AR dance
Had a brick of Ye with a stamp
To lunch with Ye on a ranch
Got a thing for spottin' hustlers


And catchin' 'em hungry
He did a dub but still
Remembеr the texture of monеy
I sold dope, been set up
Got arrested with money
Paid legal fees and made bail with
The rest of the money
I did a lot for my team
I ain't takin' no cred'
But how you say you love a
Nigga and they breakin' no bread?
We ran strips
Now we break record labels instead
Stay clam, now first million gon'
Play with your head, how's that?

Look, I was at my life with this shit
It was so much sacrificin' and shit that I
Ain't use no one invite in this shit
I spearheaded my own movement
I control my own music
Mama always taught me no expression
When you goin' through it
When she told me it was cancer
I ain't know that she was goin' through it
It was too late, her soul was too great
Guess God needed an angel and
I needed an angle
I wish that I could talk you up
I signed then I chalk it up
The boogie had me dancin' with the
Devil and I felt it
I always got this feelin' from the
Money when I dealt it if we talkin' smoke
I want it all like I'm selfish
Don't know if I'ma fry or I'ma
Grill it like it's shellfish
Had the stakeouts with Orlando in
A lobster on Atlantic
You won't get this opportunity like
Runnin' out of chances
My third or fourth tour, I'm rakin' up more
Why you worried 'bout mine? Should
Be worried 'bout yours, motherfucker, uh

I was stuck in it for real 40 by my rib
I'm out there bustin' off them pills
Try and tell my lil' bro
"Chill" 'cause he gon' kill somethin'
Just lost one of my niggas
Tryna grieve but I can't feel nothin'
We right back in that field for him
Back on action like we missin' it
My auntie's told my mama, try to stop me
I wasn't listenin'
Opp mama's on that concrete
He keep bleedin', now she kissin' him
Couldn't catch us with them Glocks so
They just locked us for solicitin'
But 'cause they listenin'
Triple Cuban link, I'm glistenin'
Better not reach 'cause that's too risky
Might give hell to your decision, nigga
It's a given shit that's seldom if
I'm held in that position
Plus, I held it with precision
Don't get shot from our suspicion
I'm just tryna get some millions
That was not in my intentions
I'm still fresh up out the trenches
Up in my Dicky's and this rap shit helped
Duck a jail sentence, dJ L a witness
Can't be sittin' up in no cell, silly
I got bail with me
Can't afford to take no Ls, silly
I got Ls with me
Ridin' foreign, ain't no Ls with me
They on my steel with me
Where I'm from, you gon' get little pitty
That shit real gritty
I got niggas gon' do work for me
From them real cities
Count up money when I'm lazy
My girl chill with me
Yeah, my bitch she know I'm crazy
But she still with me
More I saw, the less it phased me
But what else could you expect
If I'm an Essex baby?
Smokin' weed 'cause I be
Goin' post traumatic crazy
No, this trap house ain't my mama
But she gotta raise me
And his granny wasn't Christian but
She tried to save him
No, he ain't give her no diploma
She just got a daisy damn, that's crazy

You was in jail when
You was in jail when I was at home
You was in jail when I was at home
You was in jail when I was at home
You was in jail when I was at home
Show your actions, show your actions
You was in jail when I was at home
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