The Alchemist, Styles P, Benny the Butcher - Massacre lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Styles P, Benny the Butcher - Massacre lyrics]
In Polo and Diamond
The cause of the cloud lining (Cause)
A life full of crime is
The cause of foul rhyming (yeah)
Scale talk, jail talk
Smoking what the bail costs
Overnight hustler, package in the mail, dog
Cigar rooms, handshakes
Whispers at your man wake
Connect on the internet, reup on the fanpage
Block party, yacht party
Wonder if your mans safe talks to the feds
So you wonder if the plan's straight
Lunch with the lawyer
Dealin' with the under boss
And none of y'all are speaking on
The money that you come across
Wifey wants you to quit
Team wants you to go hard
Lookin' at the beam and the
Block you can bogart
You lookin' at the sky like, "Oh, God"
Mad high, hit your man like, "Yo, god"
But he ain't give you no nod
And you wonder why the fast life's so hard
Yo, it ain't a war 'til you wear a vest
Masked up, airin' TECs
That barrel whistle like a clarinet
They say, "Griselda, " and they hear respect
I worked my kitchen in my spot and up top
I had to wear a net
To get here took blood, tears, and sweat
Stressed on that prison tear, I set
Can't walk a mile in this pair of 'Seppes
(Nah) fendi belt with the red F's
Bulldog tucked down in it and
It's barkin' like DMX
Rappers wanna make friends with us
I'm only close to this plate and this
Blender and I shake grams in it
It only take ten minutes
And I come back with a bag
Full of fetty so heavy
Think it's paint cans in it
These rappers never had a half ounce
(They lyin')
So why they rap 'bout racks and act
Out these war stories on Vlad couch?
(I don't know)
Stove and the cooker (What else?)
The dope for the pushers (Uh, huh)
It feel like Halloween
It's the Ghost and The Butcher
The cause of the cloud lining (Cause)
A life full of crime is
The cause of foul rhyming (yeah)
Scale talk, jail talk
Smoking what the bail costs
Overnight hustler, package in the mail, dog
Cigar rooms, handshakes
Whispers at your man wake
Connect on the internet, reup on the fanpage
Block party, yacht party
Wonder if your mans safe talks to the feds
So you wonder if the plan's straight
Lunch with the lawyer
Dealin' with the under boss
And none of y'all are speaking on
The money that you come across
Wifey wants you to quit
Team wants you to go hard
Lookin' at the beam and the
Block you can bogart
You lookin' at the sky like, "Oh, God"
Mad high, hit your man like, "Yo, god"
But he ain't give you no nod
And you wonder why the fast life's so hard
Yo, it ain't a war 'til you wear a vest
Masked up, airin' TECs
That barrel whistle like a clarinet
They say, "Griselda, " and they hear respect
I worked my kitchen in my spot and up top
I had to wear a net
To get here took blood, tears, and sweat
Stressed on that prison tear, I set
Can't walk a mile in this pair of 'Seppes
(Nah) fendi belt with the red F's
Bulldog tucked down in it and
It's barkin' like DMX
Rappers wanna make friends with us
I'm only close to this plate and this
Blender and I shake grams in it
It only take ten minutes
And I come back with a bag
Full of fetty so heavy
Think it's paint cans in it
These rappers never had a half ounce
(They lyin')
So why they rap 'bout racks and act
Out these war stories on Vlad couch?
(I don't know)
Stove and the cooker (What else?)
The dope for the pushers (Uh, huh)
It feel like Halloween
It's the Ghost and The Butcher