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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
Fly ****, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
A broke ****, not my lady's style
She quit work to fuck me, count up and drive this Mercedes round
No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smokin'
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money, if the Alphabet Boys knew what we grossin'
I'd have a bedroom in Folsom, but I'm off-shore, toastin'
Besides rap, we got you respectin' this business
I left the dope game with stripes, y'all left with opinions
We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness
But how could I? Can't shit fix the death of a sibling
Loadin' up my straps again
Them folks done put the wall against my back again
War paint on me like them Africans
They wanna know my net worth, they guessin' as I'm stackin' it
Add a few more zeroes or them numbers is inaccurate
Griselda, ****
[Verse 2]
Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, ****
At the cocaine spot, ****
I pray every day I'm hit me an opp, ****
I'ma hit me an opp, ****
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, ****
Feel like the shit don't stop, ****
This for all my **** takin' showers in flip flops, ****
Takin' showers in flip flops, ****
[Verse 3]
I seen street **** speakin' blasphemy
Like before rap, I wasn't movin' units out the trunk, bitch, I'm Master P
Left wrist rockin' the masterpiece
Cuban bracelet weighin' a half a ki', **** got some audacity
You **** don't even equal to half of me
I earned my spot with hard work, nothing was passed to me
But actually, situations was bad for me
Before this shit you see as a triumph, was almost tragedy
I'm at the Roc Nation party smellin' like chronic smoke
HOV said "You that boy," I get acknowledged by the GOAT
Woo, even shook the hand of Beyonce
That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancee
But I don't know if it's because my shorty such a fan
Or did she realize in that moment, I'm the motherfuckin' man
I'm just rich, you see my Richard on the dresser
The flow is just different, I'm just better
Only time I felt pressure when the doctor said
I'd be paralyzed neck down even after all his efforts
That bullet tore my neck up and now my neck got VS'd up
I could still hit the connect up, I told you **** I'm next up
Yeah, I drop the bag, I'm used to doin' business
Gave the shooter an extra ten, that's for future business
Bodies drop, I can't get too specific
I sell the shit raw, I don't step on the crack like I'm superstitious
[Verse 4]
Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, ****
At the cocaine spot, ****
I pray every day I'm hit me an opp, ****
I'ma hit me an opp, ****
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, ****
Feel like the shit don't stop, ****
This for all my **** takin' showers in flip flops, ****
Takin' showers in flip flops, ****
Written by: Alvin Worthy, Chauncey A. Hollis, Demond Price, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
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