Benny the Butcher - Fat Dom lyrics

Uhh, Benny steroids, nigga
Ayo Green, this shit make me feel
This shit me feel way bigger than
All the rest of these niggas yo, uhh

Butcher, look
Guess who back like I left somethin'
Top drawer full of dirty money, just hundreds
These rap niggas funny, most of 'em slept
Fuck it they ain't think I'd be a threat by
The time of our next run-in (yeah)
For that spread I was hard head
I went all in just to put
Bread in my moms hand we street niggas
Did business with pot scrapers
And learnt tips from politickin'
With stock traders
How they sucker niggas gon' hate
On what God gave us? (how?)
From the first floor of
The P's to skyscrapers


You give a nigga game you
Figure he might manage
Play the cards they dealt me
To my advantage like Gambit
But nah, I ain't have an easy life
I couldn't sleep at night, my nigga
I put that on them Yeezy stripes
I used to get the block completely white
Crazy how the kids learn to tweet and type
Before they learn to read and write
Uhh, only the game choose who die
I'm from the hood like you
Where the same rules apply
There's two type of niggas
The same few'll ride
The rest of 'em fold up when
They can't do the time (take note)
I wrote the street shit down
Had to make it simple
This for all the young niggas
Who I gave a pistol (yeah)
To all the shooters that I made official
I breed 'em and when I need 'em those
Niggas that I pay to get you
It's like fall come they all
Need clothes for school
By summertime these niggas tryin'
To hold a tool my only rule
I never give 'em they first strap (never)
So if they got it from me
Then they earnt that
Promoters book me in the city
And the hoes comin'
The Feds too 'cause they think
We washin' dope money it's true
I was cuttin' raw for a couple grand
(what happened?)
That's when the underdog got the upper hand
Only a couple members out the clique loyal
So I know how it feel to
See 'em switch on you (shit hurt)
Talk down on you, when that don't go well
(what happened?)
That's when they double back to
Ride your coat tails
Out my own eyes I done seen 'em double
I'm still feelin' like I need a legal hustle
That phone static up that only mean trouble
Blue money in that bright red Supreme duffle
Ahhh!

Nigga, these niggas not enough for me man
Griselda, Butcher nigga, Steroids