3 Missiles - Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh, Conway

Yeah, my first brick

It’s Benny, Black Soprano Family

Trust gang, Griselda

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

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

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

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

Uhh, bulldog barkin' like a Cane Corso

Put all six bullets in the same torso

Uhh, 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 (?)

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, grimest 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