Dying - Nicholas Craven, Johnny Hustle, Benny

Yeah

Buffalo

Man, they’ve been waiting 10 years, Benny, 15 years for this

The Butcher

Johnny Hustle, Benny

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

As I’m sitting here with my vision blurry

That 30 shooting your face but it ain’t Stephen Curry

I’m truly getting it out the mud

And had to realize the pain is gon' last longer than love

That millimeter ain’t your safest route

I’m trying to get out the corner quick like a down and out

Half a gallon of the Hennessey

I sell drugs to profit and fix my remedy

Ain’t no way to question my hunger

You see this black face, I’m not acting in Tropic Thunder

I shed tears, but I didn’t wept

It seem that living through Hell won’t get me on Heaven’s steps

It can get ugly, believe if you talk brody

Get an arm under your neck like Melvin when he choked Jody

My daughter’s the only reason I’m living

The hopeful get butchered, no need for the opposition

I’m gone

I tried a lot, my nigga

For all my niggas in the can, for all my niggas in the ground

Look, I’m trying to see how far the shit will take me

Realest nigga that ever did it, maybe

I grew up in the 80s, grimy 90s, you know this business crazy

Before they leave the crib, kiss the babies

Look out for your sons, they’re young, full of adrenaline

Running through Benjamins, not aware how smart these women is

Before they got off the porch, yeah I was into this

Locked in the penal system making friends with illegal immigrants

You know what that bring, cross country trips

The work bounce and bungee flip right out my auntie ship

That was a big distraction, we pick up ratchets trying to get some action

If it hit him, probably will flip him backwards

I’m living proof how this shit can happen

I swear this shit was magic, the tables turn while we was sitting at it