Never Seen a Man Cry - 38 Spesh, CONWAY THE MACHINE, Benny the Butcher

Uh-huh

You know what they say right?

You’re only as good as your last run

And I’m on my best run

So what that tell you about me?

The Butcher coming nigga

I’m done doin' favors, made money, I’m too busy to spend

I need appointments just to thumb through the paper

All foreign’s when we come through in Vegas

Walk in the house with bricks like I’m 'bout to teach Kung Fu to neighbors

I was just a dealer, I’m a healer, in my present state

Put it in the wrong pot and it came back a crescent shape

Meetings with the plug I’m landin' somewhere in Texas late

We spent six hours politickin' like election day

Streets still callin' me, that silverware talk to me, and tell me it can make

my family wealthy as the Carnegie’s

City has some work for me, my aunt had a job for me

I told bruh to tell unc' I wasn’t home if he called for me

These rap niggas pussy, the dope game violent

I gave these niggas tutorials on cocaine science

Real niggas left, just a few of us, she ride me like a school bus

I fuck with her but I don’t tell her too much

She know the rapper Benny, she don’t know the trapper Benny

In that Caprice Classic I’m in traffic with a half on Benny

In a cell, my right hand put up the bail cash for Benny (Yeah)

Now I’m in court with two lawyers speaking on behalf of Benny

Look, count the money and spray the hundreds on the top of the mattress

I just been trapping from the bottom, I never had shit

Free my homie, he behind the wall for poppin' his ratchet

Take 500 to his baby mama, drop off a package

We was baggin' 5/8ths burnin' the top of the plastic

Now «Look What I Became» about to drop, it’s a classic

Rockin' Versace while I’m shopping at Saks Fifth

Get out of pocket, I’ll have your mama shoppin' for caskets boy

35 hundred for a pair of glasses

Wearing Hermes rarest fabric, bitches tell me I’m charismatic

I carry 'matics, I will air and clap it

The FN jacket hit his bullet proof vest and tear in half it

Put you in a box and not the spital

My bitch look like Saweetie, my pockets on Lizzo

We dollar boxes, split the profit down the middle

My young boy Kemba, he shot it off the dribble motha fucka

Don’t let me show you what this 4 pound do

Stand point blank range, let a close round flew

Your folks gon' get smoked if they go 'round you

Like a breakfast and lunch spot, they get a close round too, huh

All I had was a stable block, independent

You got hot from a label, I made my label hot

Got 10 bricks on a table top

They see me to put bread on the table, I’m like the bagel shop

I meet a plug, then I make 'em pop

And if he don’t appreciate what I make him then I’ma take hiS spot

I gave four plugs fatal shots

Put four lines on the ground like I’m tryin' to create a box

I’m the nigga that the haters watch

I’m connected like Lego blocks or the line to the cable box

And I ain’t never been afraid of cops

In prison, George had the same vision that Diego got

You ain’t never seen a cell block

Used to hide when we saw 12, now we drive V12 drops

The nigga cried then his barrel dropped

That’s how a stand up guy transform to a female cop

My first charge, I was shell shocked

My ole bitch called the police on me, had me in jail hot

They found an ounce in my mailbox

Caught an F for my O with my X like I’m trying to spell fox, huh