Johnny P's Caddy
[00:00.0][Intro: Benny the Butcher]
[00:03.8]Yeah, you know?
[00:06.52]Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
[00:9.25]You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
[00:11.26]I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
[00:13.56]I'm straight though (I'm good)
[00:16.77]This street shit made me what I am today
[00:18.94]Niggas know I worked so hard for this shit
[00:20.41]Niggas know I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
[00:21.91]Butcher comin' nigga
[00:23.53][Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
[00:23.79]This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
[00:25.89]More 'bout how I master physics (Uh-huh)
[00:27.15]In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)
[00:30.26]I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rapper business
[00:33.49]I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
[00:36.42]Come easily, no good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
[00:39.49]It's like they put out a smash then they gon' in a flash, admit it
[00:42.76]And then they made tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (**** you doin'?)
[00:45.69]They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
[00:48.80]That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to acted conflicted (Nah)
[00:51.79]Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
[00:55.6]Who knew that after drug dealin', I still be casual spendin' mil' plus
[00:57.97]Annual income, so here's my manual and some
[01:01.35]And this Eastside shit still in me, my ability
[01:03.84]To turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's go)
[01:07.35]Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
[01:10.34]The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
[01:13.44]I can never leave the scene withouth checkin' my mirrors visually
[01:16.52]Come with that energy, cause some shit always gon' stick with me
[01:19.63]They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
[01:22.67]They askin' what work us niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?"
[01:25.79]Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
[01:28.87]And logical for them to feel they responsible for our success
[01:31.76]Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect (Who else?)
[01:35.8]'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
[01:38.0]It's the Butcher, nigga
[01:39.33]Ah, let's go
[01:40.65][Interlude: J. Cole]
[01:42.82]Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga
[01:45.64]Yeah, Cold ****in' World
[01:49.35]Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda)
[01:52.51]You know what it is, nigga, when I show up
[01:58.76]I'm on ten nigga, not nine
[02:01.88][Verse 2: J. Cole]
[02:02.30]On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
[02:05.42]Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
[02:08.48]The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
[02:11.45]Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
[02:14.66]Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
[02:17.73]But the guns and the drug balls that y'all relyin'
[02:20.85]Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
[02:23.75]But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
[02:26.89]Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth
[02:30.5]They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
[02:33.4]Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof
[02:36.18]I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
[02:39.73]Cold World, the heater blast through your speaker
[02:43.3]He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
[02:45.79]Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
[02:48.83]I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
[02:51.84]I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
[02:55.12]Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
[02:57.99]Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
[03:01.1]Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
[03:04.30]Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
[03:08.96]Really no MC equal, feel me, Cole pen be lethal
[03:11.87]Crib like an old MTV show, uh
[03:13.52]On God, the best rapper alive, headshot
[03:17.19]Now go and ask the best rappers that died
[03:19.77]They tell you he never lied, nigga
[03:21.41][Outro: J. Cole]
[03:21.93]Yeah, Tana Talk
[00:03.8]Yeah, you know?
[00:06.52]Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
[00:9.25]You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
[00:11.26]I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
[00:13.56]I'm straight though (I'm good)
[00:16.77]This street shit made me what I am today
[00:18.94]Niggas know I worked so hard for this shit
[00:20.41]Niggas know I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
[00:21.91]Butcher comin' nigga
[00:23.53][Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
[00:23.79]This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
[00:25.89]More 'bout how I master physics (Uh-huh)
[00:27.15]In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)
[00:30.26]I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rapper business
[00:33.49]I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
[00:36.42]Come easily, no good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
[00:39.49]It's like they put out a smash then they gon' in a flash, admit it
[00:42.76]And then they made tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (**** you doin'?)
[00:45.69]They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
[00:48.80]That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to acted conflicted (Nah)
[00:51.79]Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
[00:55.6]Who knew that after drug dealin', I still be casual spendin' mil' plus
[00:57.97]Annual income, so here's my manual and some
[01:01.35]And this Eastside shit still in me, my ability
[01:03.84]To turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's go)
[01:07.35]Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
[01:10.34]The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
[01:13.44]I can never leave the scene withouth checkin' my mirrors visually
[01:16.52]Come with that energy, cause some shit always gon' stick with me
[01:19.63]They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
[01:22.67]They askin' what work us niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?"
[01:25.79]Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
[01:28.87]And logical for them to feel they responsible for our success
[01:31.76]Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect (Who else?)
[01:35.8]'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
[01:38.0]It's the Butcher, nigga
[01:39.33]Ah, let's go
[01:40.65][Interlude: J. Cole]
[01:42.82]Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga
[01:45.64]Yeah, Cold ****in' World
[01:49.35]Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda)
[01:52.51]You know what it is, nigga, when I show up
[01:58.76]I'm on ten nigga, not nine
[02:01.88][Verse 2: J. Cole]
[02:02.30]On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
[02:05.42]Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
[02:08.48]The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
[02:11.45]Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
[02:14.66]Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
[02:17.73]But the guns and the drug balls that y'all relyin'
[02:20.85]Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
[02:23.75]But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
[02:26.89]Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth
[02:30.5]They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
[02:33.4]Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof
[02:36.18]I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
[02:39.73]Cold World, the heater blast through your speaker
[02:43.3]He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
[02:45.79]Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
[02:48.83]I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
[02:51.84]I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
[02:55.12]Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
[02:57.99]Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
[03:01.1]Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
[03:04.30]Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
[03:08.96]Really no MC equal, feel me, Cole pen be lethal
[03:11.87]Crib like an old MTV show, uh
[03:13.52]On God, the best rapper alive, headshot
[03:17.19]Now go and ask the best rappers that died
[03:19.77]They tell you he never lied, nigga
[03:21.41][Outro: J. Cole]
[03:21.93]Yeah, Tana Talk
Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
I'm straight though (I'm good)
This street shit made me what I am today
Niggas know I worked so hard for this shit
Niggas know I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
Butcher comin' nigga
This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
More 'bout how I master physics (Uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)
I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rapper business
I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
Come easily, no good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
It's like they put out a smash then they gon' in a flash, admit it
And then they made tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (**** you doin'?)
They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to acted conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealin', I still be casual spendin' mil' plus
Annual income, so here's my manual and some
And this Eastside shit still in me, my ability
To turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's go)
Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene withouth checkin' my mirrors visually
Come with that energy, cause some shit always gon' stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
They askin' what work us niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?"
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
And logical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect (Who else?)
'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, nigga
Ah, let's go
Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga
Yeah, Cold ****in' World
Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda)
You know what it is, nigga, when I show up
I'm on ten nigga, not nine
On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the drug balls that y'all relyin'
Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
Cold World, the heater blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really no MC equal, feel me, Cole pen be lethal
Crib like an old MTV show, uh
On God, the best rapper alive, headshot
Now go and ask the best rappers that died
They tell you he never lied, nigga
Yeah, Tana Talk
