Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn - Pissy Work lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn - Pissy Work lyrics]
FLYGOD
Ayo, peace, Lord
I heard you back on the block
The lil man had the hammer
He was up in the spot
I had your red bottoms walking on eggshells
You got it six car garage, all exotic
Four bad hoes, all exotic
White stripes on the Off White galoshes
Just Don shorts Supersonics
Get the one fives and tens
Let's go shopping vera Wang famous
On a yacht speed racing
Chasing Nino's lifestyle, bitches and guns
I'm a get rich and give it all to my son
Each one, teach one
Stay away from fuck niggas
And take care of your moms
"Time " "Time " "Time ", "Time "
"T " "Time for a change of the guard"
"Time " "Time " "T "
"Time " "Time "
"Time " "T " "Time for
A change of the guard"
"Time " "T " "Time for
A change of the guard"
Brothers off to jail
Buses chartered off to hell
That's why daughters often tell
Stories how their fathers fail
They pulled me over, riding
Dirty, boof the work, toss the L
Twelve called for backup and the dogs
When he caught the smell
I'm cut from a different cloth
It ain't hard to tell
And real niggas feel it like I
Wrote in all in Braille
Big Glock, when that shit pop
It can park a whale when my shit drop
It's gon' be soundin' like Tha Carter XI I
Plan is to stuff the safe
And then fade out quick
And get rich with the same ones
You stayed down with
Loyalty and trust is words we
Don't play 'round with if you swing
Then we gon' slide on some playground shit
And niggas be dead broke
Tryna act like they up
How they just got in the game
Tryna act like they us
When my whole team was up
Tryna act like you broke
And want attention from those bitches
Or heat from them folks, nah
It was never handed to me
Grinding was mandatory i don't got no game
It's just these bitches understand my story
Speaking for my people every time they
Put those cameras on me
Learned it from the game, nah
My momma never planned this for me
Pretty soon you gotta pick a side
Commit a crime or get confined
Kill one of us and only get a fine
You hear this and probably get the
Vibe of nine-eight Kiss and Styles
Reasonable Doubt Hov, It Was Written Nas
These new niggas got too much fabrication
Not enough truth and too much imagination
I guess that's where the game at now
I had to face it
But I changed for the better, my nigga
Old habit's breaking
You will never eat with a
Team full of dead weight
We don't trust bitches or
Believe nigga's handshakes
Fiends in the staircase
Bricks wrapped in red tape
Don't know what's coming first
Jack boys or a Fed case i stayed focused
Chain smoking kept my head straight
Whippin' deuces for the Frank Muller
With the fair ca ah!
Ayo, peace, Lord
I heard you back on the block
The lil man had the hammer
He was up in the spot
I had your red bottoms walking on eggshells
You got it six car garage, all exotic
Four bad hoes, all exotic
White stripes on the Off White galoshes
Just Don shorts Supersonics
Get the one fives and tens
Let's go shopping vera Wang famous
On a yacht speed racing
Chasing Nino's lifestyle, bitches and guns
I'm a get rich and give it all to my son
Each one, teach one
Stay away from fuck niggas
And take care of your moms
"Time " "Time " "Time ", "Time "
"T " "Time for a change of the guard"
"Time " "Time " "T "
"Time " "Time "
"Time " "T " "Time for
A change of the guard"
"Time " "T " "Time for
A change of the guard"
Brothers off to jail
Buses chartered off to hell
That's why daughters often tell
Stories how their fathers fail
They pulled me over, riding
Dirty, boof the work, toss the L
Twelve called for backup and the dogs
When he caught the smell
I'm cut from a different cloth
It ain't hard to tell
And real niggas feel it like I
Wrote in all in Braille
Big Glock, when that shit pop
It can park a whale when my shit drop
It's gon' be soundin' like Tha Carter XI I
Plan is to stuff the safe
And then fade out quick
And get rich with the same ones
You stayed down with
Loyalty and trust is words we
Don't play 'round with if you swing
Then we gon' slide on some playground shit
And niggas be dead broke
Tryna act like they up
How they just got in the game
Tryna act like they us
When my whole team was up
Tryna act like you broke
And want attention from those bitches
Or heat from them folks, nah
It was never handed to me
Grinding was mandatory i don't got no game
It's just these bitches understand my story
Speaking for my people every time they
Put those cameras on me
Learned it from the game, nah
My momma never planned this for me
Pretty soon you gotta pick a side
Commit a crime or get confined
Kill one of us and only get a fine
You hear this and probably get the
Vibe of nine-eight Kiss and Styles
Reasonable Doubt Hov, It Was Written Nas
These new niggas got too much fabrication
Not enough truth and too much imagination
I guess that's where the game at now
I had to face it
But I changed for the better, my nigga
Old habit's breaking
You will never eat with a
Team full of dead weight
We don't trust bitches or
Believe nigga's handshakes
Fiends in the staircase
Bricks wrapped in red tape
Don't know what's coming first
Jack boys or a Fed case i stayed focused
Chain smoking kept my head straight
Whippin' deuces for the Frank Muller
With the fair ca ah!