Intro: Babs

Uh, woo, it's Benny

Nothing gon' be able to stop this shit

Aye, Daringer, you smoke this shit

Yeah, only real shit

(Griselda)

Yo, I'm from a cold city

Westsides and Conways, ain't no Biggies

Where **** barely 20 and rich

They all done drove Bentleys

Roll with me, come into my hood

Where **** know Benny

Hit bougie bitches with rich fathers

Like a Nicole Richie

I touch base, it go quickly

But I ain't no Griffey

We rock stars like Bo Diddley

With hoes, I'm so picky

The flow simply just like coke

It keep your nose drippy

Unload bricks right off the yacht

Until the boat empty

GxFR

They say we rose quickly

They wasn't with me on them nights I was broke

Really, nah, they don't feel me

Think this overnight

Then you won't get me

You ain't see Conway when he barely could walk

Hit from that cold blicky

Or West on the run

Coming home busy

Before he did that stretch

We bumped heads in the Feds

Back in '06 we

All spent time on the cell block

Made the jail hot

Now the cheques coming straight through the mail slot

And I can feel it in my soul

I was sitting in the hole

For that shit I whipped and sold

Miss my third Christmas in a row

Real shit, uh

(We're from the city of good neighbors)

(Where you can lose your life for doing your neighbor a favor)

(If you didn't know)

(If you didn't know)

(My heart belongs to Buffalo)

(My heart belongs to Buffalo)

(Street names so poetic)

(Street corners dangerously stoic)

(Scuffed Nikes can lead to closed caskets)

(Dilapidation and dope fiends)

(Yellow piss stains in snow)

(But every spring, roses still manage to grow)

(Here are aesthetics to my soul)

(This that motherfucking Tana Talk 3)