Benny the Butcher — Cold November

[Verse 1] Look, what's stoppin me, besides I come from poverty And never seen a man love my mother properly I grew up quick, I guess these streets did a lot to me I was servin the babysitters who was watchin me I'll be thinkin 'bout that shit when my cigar smokin Every time I catch a run, I feel the walls close in That's why you supposed to save up what you made You never know you might wake up to raid, I done seen it all I done bought niggas jewels and gave niggas dope I took niggas on trips and gave niggas hope I put verses on they songs and gave niggas quotes When it's time to return them favors, same niggas boast I guess it ain't no love without hatred And you can't have trust without patience What you know about the snitch bein the plug on y'all cases 18, and the judge you got racist? My life real, ask my day ones I been connected with work 3 smokers in a house, they all gettin checks on the first I stretched it, I compressed it, then I measured the work I chef'd it, gave 'em credit then collected the worth My momma proud so she smile, I'm a reflection of her Stack money, stay low, been my objective since birth You can't take a nigga blueprint and expect it to work When that man drew up that plan and perfected it first I was runnin in the streets, hustlin for weeks They tellin us to vote like the government for me There's a war goin on against us and the police If we lose we get the max or covered with a sheet I can tell if you real by the company you keep How your handshake feel and by how comfortable you speak I'll be humble when I'm broke, I'll be humble when I flee Niggas talkin good cause they don't plan on runnin into me [Verse 2] Remember me? I wore hand-me-downs in middle school I had holes in my clothes and my tennis shoes Other kids laughed at me, I was ridiculed My momma wonder why I was in a bitter mood Chip on my little shoulder, I had shit to prove It's critical, niggas in your circle keep it real as you Fast forward that to now, I'm a different cool I guess we had different views cause we was makin different moves This for my niggas still prayin over prison food That's hypocritical, we smart crooks, religious fools We men in bloom, so get in tune Can't fit my shoes--I'm a God Probably could use my brain to bend a spoon Remember me, I'm the silencer on the TEC I'm your confidence when jewels polished up on ya neck I'm Kiss spittin his verse from "Money, Power & Respect" I'm Allen Iverson arguin with the ref