Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn, Jadakiss - GODS Don’t Bleed lyrics

Ah aye, I'm, I'm ready for whatever, nigga
Butcher, yeah, ok yep, just like that
Uh huh, Griselda, nigga yo, uh

Even the FBI said the squad was violent
They labeled us young, wild, and homicidal
But hustlers treat my last shit like
It's some kind of Bible
'Cause I drove with my last
Brick in a Honda Pilot
Missing fathers, he never got his guidance
Got in the game
And never got to get his input when I decided
It's not surprising
Niggas not as nice as Griselda
And I'm as bright as my elders
Off White at Coachella
How you on parole with a
Curfew and some beef?
Don't shit where you eat
The first rule of the streets


And depending what I'm paying
I could send 'em where you laying
Body snatcher jumping out the Renault
With it in his hand
Had to take a few trips just
To kick it with my man
Like did he give us what I'm planned
I guess I'm filling up the van, uh
Bring it back in bales but
Distribute it in grams
Conversations in the cell
Where most criminals advance
Let's backtrack
Had my first daughter with my first wife
Bought my first quarter
Caught my first stripe
Set up by a nigga, I served twice
He got picked up, then he bitched up
Like he was 'bout to serve life
I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that?
Straight facts
Blood on the money when it got paid back
You know them hustlers who sling packs
I'm tying with them same cats in case
I gotta get my name back
All them nights I had to pray for this
They gon' pay for this no mistaking it
Got a safe with no more space in it
We put it on tracks
These rappers copy and pasting it
Take Belichick playbook and still
Won't be the Patriots y'all shocked
I'm out your league by a long shot
My team gave the city smoke like cigar shops
Damn they tryna get my man what Saddam got
Say my name and wake these
Niggas up like alarm clocks

Niggas run away and they hide
Saying New York's full (they hiding)
Didn't say "Hi!"s grace and he
Died his first forkful
Nigga that ain't got no pride is unlawful
(uh huh)
Things that he partakes in are done forceful
Dudes that get down like that get done awful
(awful) pull his razor out on sight
And come across you
Adrenaline rush make him do it
With no remorse too (uh)
You would do it too
But you know how much it would cost you
(you know) i'm in the left lane
Tryna see how much that the Porsche do (ha)
Do a lot of thinking
So you can say that I'm thoughtful (yeah)
We ain't got a corkscrew? Fuck it
Just push the cork through (push it through)
Yeah, then pour everybody a glass, bitch
(everybody) the objective at the end is
For everybody to stash it (get money)
The grip is in his arm
Mean everybody the blast (blast)
And fall back so everybody can pass ask me
And I'ma tell you that everybody is trash
(trash)
I rolled them Backs, I sold them packs
(uh huh) started with the girl
Never should have showed him smack
(these niggas) made it through the hate
They couldn't even hold him back (wire)
Told 'em everything else
You should have told 'em that (haha)
Nigga, now they even saying you did it
Or they saw you (uh huh)
Ain't no more niggas committed to the morals
(uh uh) they should get bullets
Double digit's in they orals
Stay the fuck out of these
Streets, they ain't for you, nigga

Brr, ayo, MAC with the serial scratched (brr)
Acne Studio bucket hat stuffed with cracks
12 12 lumberjacks
My city drug infested, cherry Cayman Ss (skr)
Four in the baby stretchers
Supreme vest and leathers over baby Hecklers
(ah)
40 issue nickel, hit you close range twice
(boom boom boom)
Advisory Board Crystals, Prestos Off White
First over at the Albright
Fiends knocking all night
Niggas like "Who that right there"
They seen the Porsche lights
Extendo hanging out the passenger
It caused a massacre
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot doot)
Stick with the dumbbell drum, black as Africa
Bullets raining, Stella umbrellas
Now they jealous read the same book but
Didn't understand the message
Drop beamers, Issey Miyake seats
The opps obsolete, Chanel mask in the robbery
The feds eye on me, I pour some rose gold
Drive bys, I let the roach go
(skr) , still cop big Gabana boatloads
I'm so appalled the coke never came back
Mr goyard Mozart, my shooter need a nose job
(boom boom boom boom boom)
Left his brains up on these New York
Check the chalkboard
The Eiffel on the postcard, peace God
Peace God

God is the greatest
We could never be friends