[Styles P]
The Polo and diamond the cause of the cloud lining
A life full of crime is the cause of foul rhyming
Scale talk, jail talk, smoking what the bail costs
Overnight hustler, package in the mail, dawg
Cigar rooms, handshakes, whispers at your man wake
Connect on the internet, re-up on the fan page
Block party, yacht party, wonder if your mans safe
Talks to the Feds so you wonder if the plan's straight
Lunch with the lawyer, dealing with the under boss
None of y'all are speaking on the money that you come across
Wifey wants you to quit, team wants you to go hard
Looking at the beam and the block you can bogard
You looking at the sky like "Oh God"
Mad high, hit your man like "Yo god"
But he ain't give you no nod
And you wonder why the fast life's so hard
[Benny the Butcher]
It ain't a war 'til you wear a vest
Masked up, airing TECs, that barrel whistle like a clarinet
They say "Griselda" and they hear respect
I worked my kitchen in my spot, and up top, I had to wear a net
To get here took blood, tears, and sweat
Stressed on that prison tear I set
Can't walk a mile in this pair of 'seppes
Fendi belt with the red F's
Bulldog tucked down in it and it's barking like DMX
Rappers wanna make friends with us
I'm only close to this plate
And this blender and I shake grams in it
It only take ten minutes
And I come back with a bag full of fetti
So heavy, you think there's paint cans in it
These rappers never had a half-ounce
So why they rap about racks?
And act out these war stories on Vlad's couch
Stove and the cooker, the dope for the pushers
It feels like Halloween, it's the Ghost and The Butcher
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