Benny the Butcher — 3 Missiles

[Intro: Benny] Yeah, my first brick It's Benny, Black Soprano Family Trust gang, Griselda [Verse 1: Benny] Yo, uhh There's quiet niggas who killers, so you don't know who with it So if someobdy get hit, you don't know who did it Extra long clip, that bitch shoot a whole two minutes So go 'head, tint ya whip like we don't know you in it Tell me fuck you gon' do when your options fail A block from hell, bills comin', and your pockets frail? You know what the fuck we did, we had rocks for sale I had to grind, I got my family used to lobster tail And if you brought enough cash, then the shop for sale This Glock for sale, take it all, except the clientele It's fucked up, I got a homie that's gon' die in jail Then a few more homies that's gon' rot in hell I'm a street nigga, only in the lab when it's slow And it's funny how a friend can still pass for a foe This rap shit inside us, we was lackin' our fathers We was trappin' gettin' dollars, still attracted to violence My plug covered the MAC, spent my cash with Verizon Flipped my school cheque, takin' classes in college When it's time to go you gon' pass it or pop it I still got a ratchet, a mask in the closet, nigga [Verse 2: .38 Spesh] Ayo, I copped the Beamer with low mileage I heard bein' broke by people don't get acknowledged I sleep with an Ethiopian goddess She help me count the money, then she go get the product Spent 60 grand on a brick of diesel for dollars I could've went legal, it's cheaper to get in college A street scholar, AMG driver A full fledged businessman with street knowledge And I been like this since 2002 Countin' through a million dollars, chillin' in the Fountain Bleu Hate when niggas say what they about to do Deep inside really wish they had the same house as you My weed the same color as Mountain Dew I'm throwin' money on the strippers and the bouncers too I'm responsible for bringin' ounces through In the trap, whippin' white girl like child abuse Speak to fools your words less powerful Jewels in the wrong hands became less valuable Street nigga, ballin' like I catch alley-oops Beach house with the ocean view out in Malibu Really livin' when you got your favorite video vixen And her best friend skinny dippin' I was really flippin', big city drippin' Re-up with everything on the road penny pinchin', Trust [Verse 3: Conway] Look, it's gettin' spookier and spookier Fuck a drum, I've been writin' missiles and they nuclear Drop The Devil's Reject, they think I worship Lucifer Nah, I'm the God, but the flow is gettin' stupider Yeah, I just want my niggas here to prosper You ain't seen better gun slingers since Aaron Rogers Uhh, kick in the door, leave with every dollar Balmain pierre collar, I ain't wearin' Prada (woo!) They might be tough, but we more vicious Them niggas had new Jordans on, but we wore Christians I came with two hoes, left the club with 3 more bitches Know a nigga that got bodied day before Christmas Uh, bulldog barkin' like a Cane Corso Put all six bullets in the same torso Uh, break a brick down, it came more so Wig shot, close range'll do your brain awful $650 for Camel Valentino I'm that nigga now, ask Al and Preemo So how we equal? The Devil's reject, boy, my style is evil But in real life you know that I will leave you, Machine, boy Rap money got me lookin' like I sling Boy You better off just lettin' me do my thing, boy 'Cause all my youngins got sticks and let them ring, boy Empty the whole magazine, boy I brought the grimy back, stay out of my lane I promise, I'll put a hollow tip inside of your brain Ever since I got it poppin', shit has not been a game Rap nigga come to my city say goodbye to his chain He gotta run that, grimiest of all time, I won that Might park a foreign outside where I used to pump at My youngin just got a new blicky he wanna dump that He waitin' on that green light, I promise you don't want that, nigga