Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Brutus lyrics

Ay, look
They understand I paint these pictures
'cause I'm living like it when I spit
It makes you feel like you
Got hit with lightning (Uh, huh)
I showed up with the whole shipment
When my strip was biting before 20
They put my name in a big indictment
My plug indecisive, same
Work, different prices, yeah
Baby Benz logo on the windshield wipers
And I got two possession charges
For a pistol license
Weed trappers running out they building
When I get to Dyckman
We blew whip money copping blue ice (Ice)
And spent brick money booking
Jet Blue flights (Flights)
New white Christian Loubs with
The blue spikes (Uh, huh)
Maserati Levante with the blue lights, yeah
(Blue lights)
Duffle in my trunk, bad on the wheel bearing
(On my wheel bearing)
My dog came with 50 large to my bail hearing
(yeah)
The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it
I love my mom
But that hard was my real parent (Woo)
Let's go, who run the city the most?
(That's us) i let this 50 off
Then fill this bitch up with smoke (Brr)
I ran my chips up so I
Can just pick up your ho
I get my dick sucked and then
I convince her to go
Uh, it's me, fully loaded ratchet
I'm a pistol squeezer
I take off my jacket, see this big El Nino
With my bitch
Jumping out of traffic in a little Beamer
Got the opps names tatted
On my trigger finger, ah!

Ayo, bricks in the Louis V duffle
Masterpiece collection (Ayo, ayo)
Yoppa shells hit his ass from each direction
(Ayo, ayo) the niggas that you idolize
I'm least impressed with (Ayo, ayo)
I got your bitch on the
Bus looking like she pregnant
Peru flake got me Dior Homme low tops
Rose drop (Skr)
13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top
(Boom boom boom boom boom)
My shooter come over
Sniff out the whole block (The whole block)
Hand me 5 locks, load up the whole shot
(The whole shot)
Had to spend 60 in the SHU, 23 in 1
500 burpees all I knew
First day, anyway, I go "Nigga
Who is who?" get my gun ready
Filled up my locker and I'm bool (Ah)
Turkey logs and my fried rice
Skip my spot at the microwave
You gon' die tonight (Ah)
055, nigga (055, nigga)
Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga
(Free Sly, nigga)

It's the Machine, they act like they forgot
(Hah)
I'm 'bout to hit 'em with that fatal shot
I leave him laying in a vacant lot
Try to take my chain
You just gon' take a shot
(That's all you gon' get, nigga)
I take a block and whip the shit
I scrape the pot (With what?)
More shooters on my team than
What the Lakers got (Hah)
Cee-lo gains, bank was stopped
I throw trips, take the pot
(Ha ha haha) ha, I'm on top
You ain't gon' take my spot (Never)
I bet all of this paper in this Maison box
(You know them Margiela sticks)
You better have something to fire with you
I fire missiles
Leave you bleeding like a lion bit you
(Uh, huh)
Fuck you and them niggas riding with you
(Fuck all y'all niggas)
I'm here to terrorize the game, 45 on me
I'm Spider Mitchell (Hah hah)
I don't tuck my necklace, I'ma leave it out
(I'm rocking my shit)
You say you better than me but you broke
That shit don't even out
(You still broke though)
My young boys eating like they
Never seen a drought in my trap
Everybody weighing like it's Keenan house
(Ha ha ha) they say my shit is album of the
Year and it ain't even out
And yet I'm still the one you seem to doubt
Uh (Talk to 'em)
Out in Cali, I brought the demon out (Vroom)
Riding through Calabasas
Took the scenic route (Uh, huh)
Bag on the back seat in case I need a house
(Might want to buy a house)
With a bitch that keep tryna
Pull my penis out (Gotta chill, baby)
I live a hell of a life
I'm impaling a knife
Inside a competitor just to sever and slice
(Woo) i'm Stephen from the stripe
I'm better than nice
I want your necklace or your life
And I ain't telling you twice
(Run that shit)
Look, I came a long way from measuring white
I got right
Flooded the Sky Dweller bezel with ice
My man shot a nigga daughter by mistake
He took a quarter
Asked him why he copped out
He said that's better than life

I feel you, nigga, Machine
You know what's up, nigga, haha gone