Intro: Babs - Benny the Butcher

Uh, woo, it’s Benny

Nothing gon' be able to stop this shit

Ayo, Daringer, you smoked this shit

Yuh, only real shit

Griselda

Yo, I’m from a cold city, Westsides and Conways, ain’t no Biggies

Where niggas barely 20 and rich, they all done drove Bentleys

Roll with me, come into my hood, where niggas 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 checks 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

Hear the aesthetics to my soul

This that motherfucking Tana Talk 3