Royce da 5'9", Benny the Butcher, Ashley Sorrell - Upside Down lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Royce da 5'9", Benny the Butcher, Ashley Sorrell - Upside Down lyrics]
Their lies upside down, upside down
When you pull up, will you pull it?
Are you the shooter? Trigger puller
Do you back up what you say you do?
Or Mr shoulda Woulda?
Do you give back to the hood you from?
Or run, go to the jeweler?
When you got beef, do you stand or run?
Or talk from your computer?
Do you boss up? Put your people on?
Or hate 'cause you can't do it?
Will you speak the truth to power?
Or be silent, bite the bullet?
Which one are you? Which one are you?
Why the gay niggas tryna
Fuck the straight niggas
That's tryna fuck the gay bitches that
Look just like the straight niggas?
While the straight niggas that the gay
Bitches tryna look just like
Tryna look, just like the gay niggas
I must look just like the Gravediggaz
You think you the people's champ
'cause people playin' your single
But I don't think that you should
Keep playin' with me though
'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3-4
That's the Reaper playin' bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on
The Peter Pan Prevost
Whoever think I'm here to make
Some corny ass radio
Viacom jingle got my whole diatribe tangled
Sittin' high up on them tires
On my high horse, i'm Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who
Can father time, john Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
Committin' lyrical homicide while
Beside Premo
To the downers, I'm Drano, to the genre
I'm Thanos
Any spitter think he sicker than that
I have the antidote take it back to when it
Was eighths in the pack
Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote
Leave your family taken aback
By the handsome quote
That I left on that ransom note
I ain't one of these dudes
Who be computer screen beefin'
Gorilla nigga, killin' his Twitter TL
Verbal abusin' females
Bill Maher use the term "nigga" so loosely
'Cause truthfully
He know that he be usin' it on the DL
Louis CK know he can use
It in front of Pookie
But know damn well that he wouldn't
Use it in front of DL
White kids graduate to relationships with
A ton of perks black kids
Just aggravated and had to take
A ton of Perc's
You come to church the 1st and 21st
And when it come to dirt
Gucci ain't the only one's puttin' black
Faces on front of shirts
Black women wanna be built
Like cartoon characters, eric Cartman
That bears a strikin' resemblance
To Sara Baartman
Now Google that when you get a chance
You gon' find out America's heartless
Remember, the effort has to go into the art
Not the wave everybody talking 'bout they
Own their masters
But if the music don't age well
It don't matter it's like you own a
Hundred percent of nothing know your value
The Butcher comin', nigga
All them times, you gave 'em your best
Got you complicatin' your stress cash rules
Your last move got 'em
Contemplatin' your next
I'm the one behind the wheel
When them conversations go left
I need violence, Rasheed Wallace
I'm okay with a TEC
What's the difference from a nigga
Who lived it and storytellers?
Of course we felons
Sold a brick whiter than Tori Spelling
Roll with killers
Nobody on my block was poorer than us
I put a fork in the pot
And got a euphoric feeling, uh
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids pull heaters at school
Wanna CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who
Ain't believe he that dude
And for mornings, I never ate unless
They feed me at school, uh huh
Servin' out pots, had me turnin' out blocks
It's Griselda, nigga
You know we The Firm without Fox'
Everything about timing and I was
Stern on my clock
'Cause niggas out now grindin', tryna
Earn what I got, uh
Stick to the script, my advantage was hustle
So I'm sayin' off the muscle, I'm here
And careers I could cancel a couple
The shooter cross the Atlantic to touch you
Rubber bands in the duffle with both
Hands full, I ain't panic, i juggle
I'm very confident, y'all barely poppin' it
Huh y'all niggas treat every project
Chick like Kerry Washington
Jail, backstabbin' to Hell
I took a consequence
A yard big enough at the
Crib to bury hostages