Here is Benny the Butcher & Rick Hyde – Alone (download) F. G Herbo. The song released with Mp3 streaming [320kbps]. The new track is the latest record from the music acts.
ALONE LYRICS
You can see my shit lightin up
Through the booth window
Straight like that, yo, uh
I gotta lie cuz I’m loyal
## & make him work lock from the oil
Black soprano sign and get a chain, glock and a lawyer
Notorious when you talk running traps and enjoying it
Shit I graduated valedictorian
They want me buried and broke
But since 14 I’ve been married to dope
What we deserve heaven or hell, apparently both
My hustle way more advanced, the double yay yeah I danced
A brick of yay with a stamp to London, with ye’ on the ranch
Got a thing for spotting hustlers, catching them hungry
He did a dub but still remember the texture of money
I’ve sold dope, been set up got arrested with money
Pay legal fees and make bail, with the rest of the money
I did a lot for my team, I ain’t takin no cred
But how you say you love a nigga, and ain’t break no bread
We ran strips now we break record labels instead
Stay calm that first million gon’ play with yo head
I bet my life with this shit, there was so much sacrificing and shit
That I ain’t used no invites in this shit
I spearheaded my own movement, I control my own music
Mama always taught me no expression when you going through it
When she told me it was cancer I didn’t know she was going through it
It was too late
Her soul was too great
Guess God needed an angel, & I needed an angle
I wish that I could talk you up outside then I chalk it up
The boogie had me dancing with the devil and I felt it
I always got this feeling from the money when I dealt it
If we talking smoke I want it all like I’m selfish
Don’t know if imma fry or imma grill it like its shellfish
Had the steakhouse with Orlando the lobster on Atlantic
You won’t get this opportunity like running out of chances
My third of forth tour, I’m raking up more
Why you worried about mine you should be worried about yours mother fucker, uh
I was thuggin it forreal
40 by my rib, I’m out there bussin off them pills
Tryna tell my lil bro chill cuz he gon’ kill something
Just lost one of my niggas, tried to grieve but I can’t feel nothing
We right back in that (inaudible)
Back on action like we missing
My aunties told my mama tried to stop me I wasn’t listening
(inaudible) mama’s on that concrete he keep bleeding now she’s kissing him
Couldn’t catch us with those glocks, so they just locked us for soliciting
But shhh cuz they listening
Triple Cuban link I’m glistening
Bet not reach cuz that’s too risky, might get hell for your decisions
If I give a shit that’s seldom, I’m held in that position
Plus I held it with precision, don’t get shot by my suspicion (tonight)
I’m just tryna get some millions, death is not in my intentions
I’m still fresh up out the trenches
A five up in my dickies
& this rap shit helped me duck a jail sentence
DJ L a witness
Can’t be sitting up in no cell silly
I got bail with me
Can’t afford to take no L’s silly
I got L’s with me
Riding foreign
Ain’t no L’s with me, (inaudible) still with me
Where I’m from you don’t get lil pitty, that shit real gritty
I got nigga’s that’s gon’ do work for me, from them real cities
Count up money when I’m lazy
My girl chill with me
Yea my bitch she know I’m crazy but she’s still with me
The more I saw the less it saved me
But what else can you expect if I’m an essex baby
Smoking weed cuz I be going post traumatic, crazy
Know this trap house ain’t no mama but she gotta raise me
& his granny wasn’t Christian, but she tried to save him
No he ain’t give her no diploma she just got a daisy, damn that’s crazy
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