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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Rap
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Ryan Connaire
Ryan Connaire
Songwriter
Timothy Adie
Timothy Adie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1Ryan
1Ryan
Producer
Thankutimmy
Thankutimmy
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Black Soprano Family
Griselda
Butcher comin' ****
I live in the real gangsta's paradise
But first and foremost
Shout out to my Montana ****, my Newberg ****
Rest in peace INF Machine Gun Black
My **** D Rhymes you could be home by the time you hear this shit
Yo, why would I not respect my losses
Why would I ever break a fold
It ain't no sympathy for kings
They never gonna celebrate the throne
How could y'all ever thank your bosses
How could I not be getting better
Got some homies I ain't never patch you with
But I want dipset back together
How could I ever trust you ****
I played the game just how they taught me
She find rackies in my pockets
It's a Rolex in my dirty laundry
Let's not beat around the bush
My shit go harder than the pavement
Just name a artist who your favorite
I been putting targets on their faces
How could I ever?
Why would I ever believe that she said that pussy for me?
Why would I ever?
Why would I ever?
How could I ever forgive you ****, who switched on me?
Tellin somebody you love them
You know you don't
Why would you ever?
Why would I ever believe that she said that pussy for me?
Why would I ever?
Why would I ever?
How could I ever forgive you ****, who switched on me?
Tellin somebody you love them, you know you don't
Why would you ever?
Living legend, that's my testament,
Real boss won't count a loss if I still learned the lesson with it
Cause I'm blessed, look how I'm living,
I was dodging death and prison
Gotta make the big decisions,
I'm the first one hear the vision,
Now its mansions, villas with 34 cylinders and chandeliers
And rari's and benzes and shit I only seen on pictures and magazines
I'm really that ****,
I'm quick to leave on scene, ain't tripping,
I'm known for having the baddest bitches,
I can't let her stress me, I already hit her,
Why would I believe her, once I intended, ****,
Why would I ever believe that she said that pussy for me?
Why would I ever?
Why would I ever?
How could I ever forgive you ****, who switched on me?
Tellin somebody you love them
You know you don't
Why would you ever?
Why would I ever believe that she said that pussy for me?
Why would I ever?
Why would I ever?
How could I ever forgive you ****, who switched on me?
Tellin somebody you love them, you know you don't
Why would you ever?
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Ryan Connaire, Timothy Adie
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