Thruway Music 2 (feat. 38 Spesh)

Benny The Butcher

Compositor: Reddi Rock

'Cause niggas is still in the streets (Uh-huh)
Niggas is still doin' what they do
So niggas tend to get back to that
Huh, yo

It ain't no secret that I really found plugs and showed the town love
I put it down before I had an underground buzz
I ain't do all this hard work to be around thugs
I'm in the Barclay Crown Club gettin' my child grub
Labou, got it out mud, they got my house bugged
They ran in four Philly cribs and never found drugs
Huh, this four-pound snub'll leave your ground dug
It's groundhogs in my backyard and brown cubs
Put it all on my vision board, then I hit record
When you stay down with your dogs, this is the reward
We was poor, no furniture, sittin' on the floor
Fast forward, me and my son, sittin' on the floors
I ain't budge when they tried to throw a bag at me
Y'all could go ahead, laugh at me
I refuse to let these record labels lab-rat me
I got a brick for every bump on your face
And y'all niggas got bad acne
Re-in' up was a weekly move
In '06, we had bricks in the P.T. Cruise'
Wearin' jewels with no gun? Got to teach these fools
But y'all done shed enough blood to fill a three-feet pool
If you was really in these streets, then we'd be cool
My life made completely for the TV too
I know crackheads that look like the E.T. Dude
And I could turn a half a square to a 3D cube, trust (yeah, uh)

I'm steady winnin', you don't see me bored, you see the score
We turn beef to Rest in Peace murals, graffiti wars
The spot I'm in, I couldn't dream of more
But this game is hard to love
It feel like siblings that you ain't meet before
And I'm still movin' merch, so imagine that stoppin
Nigga, I really sold white, fifty palettes of cotton
I'm teachin' class, I'm glad y'all been watchin'
Got your stash in my pocket
Off servin' white like I'm Baskins and Robbin
This for my niggas duckin' drug bids, that was us at 'cause crib
With bricks in the room, stacked up like bunk beds
I got a soft heart, I love kids
I've been the best connect, I helped make niggas rich as they plugs did
I'm from the crack era where pitchin' wasn't easy
Ain't no table in the house, sit that digi on the TV
Lil' snot nose, I come for a fifty if you need me
Block slow, feelin' like Adidas, sittin' on them Yeezy's
I'm not into that, I know about y'all trickin' on them Breezy's
Wrist chillin', lookin' like I'm pourin' crystals from a Fiji
By street laws we gon' rock, so ain't no pictures when you see me
And weak floors at the top just mean your ceilin' more squeaky, Butch'