Satriale's

Yo, ayo y'all
Y'all niggas know what my status like
My shit A1, I ain't never fold
Or I ain't never told, nigga
For real, huh, we stayin' them niggas
We were just built that way
That's just how the universe happen to work

Yo, pullin' off tryin' to see
If the detective follow
'Cause the shooters and the hustlers
All connected by you we on defense
You might need this for protection by you
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle
Like a ketchup bottle
When they don't need you, they objectify you
I seen the best devalue they put out work
But can't collect the value
Your team hurt, and your connect deny you
I guess we owe it to them preg'
Gram mothers who slept next to bottles
Break a block down, stuff the bag
And I serve it
Got a plug who send it at me, he from Cali
And he workin' box of yams, I'm gon' have
'em land in Paterson, new Jersey
Don't accept it, if it's late, or
If them packages is early, uhh
Savages, our ancestors is Africans we sturdy
As a javelin that's stickin'
Out your abdomen, they curse me
I won't battle with, no unworthy challengers
Y'all thirsty
I will crack your shit, pockets
I will tap ya shit's, i'm dirty
I don't practice this
But every time I black on shit
My verses be immaculate
Imagine if these rappers had the
Shit how they imagined it
Hard to believe that they believe
It when they craftin' it
From now on it's a wrap for shit, Griselda
Nigga

Yo, these niggas real 'til they snitch
45 on my hip, tryin' to slide and get hit
Last nigga tried
His whole family died for that shit
And I take pride in that shit
Cuban link on, we on, I got the mink on
Pumpin' my lead, 40 cal, one in the head
Shook up his whole block
Had his mother scared knocked on your door
Spit in her face just cause you wasn't there
He been duckin' scared for months fuck it
I'm 'bout to send the wolves on the hunt
Play the cut, watch the math pile up
On the Ave, prayin' dukes don't find my stash
'Cause if she did she woulda smoked his ass
Right out that fuckin' glass
Shit was bad, we ain't have food
Was dippin' through this trash
Know how it feel to have
Nothin' that you wanted
And to wake up to nothin' on
Your stomach in that early morning
It make you really want it
Cocaine, scales, pocket full of hundreds
Shootin' niggas over nothin'

Every day on the block, duckin' cops
Just tryin' to make me a knot
(Just tryin' to make me a knot) yeah
Fiends hittin' up my phone non-stop
Just because I got the drop
(Just because I got the drop) yeah
They ain't wanna see me win
But I bet you I'ma come out on top
(I'ma come out on top) yeah
Give 'em the whole clip out the chopper
If a nigga wanna pop
(if a nigga wanna pop) yeah

Look, I got this rap shit in the figure four
Like I been in this shit 10 or more (haha)
On Sunset in the Aventador (vroom)
Send my bitch in the liquor store
(go get that Remy)
I'm cut from a different cloth (yeah)
Grip the four, hit your forehead, rip it off
Eatin' off the bars
But I came up whippin' soft (ARGHH)
Uhh, I'm Mr shawn Carter mix with Sean Price
Mogul with goons
Stabbin' and breakin' niggas' jaws
(talk to 'em)
Uhh, GxFR, what you tellin' us?
(Griselda, nigga)
Them other niggas pussy, they was never us
(hahaha)
Shooter with me got his MAC-11 tucked
So you already know what's up
Get your melon bust
Yeah, even back when I was sellin' dust
I been a legend, rap niggas never measured up
Hate when niggas talk about how
They just leveled up
When I'm still lookin' down on you niggas
I'm a level up (ARGHH)
You hear that V-12 engine revvin' up (vroom)
Them niggas sick to they stomach
'cause they was never up (haha)
You say my name on record
I wish you best of luck
I bring the stick to your
Studio session, wet it up, ohh!
(BRRRRR)

Benny the Butcher

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