Paroles Coke runs Benny (Rapper)

Coke runs

Brrrr, The Butcher comin' nigga
My nigga 38 Spesh
Stabbed & Shot 2
Let's go

Powder I endorsed it, I had to monetize my market
The only trapper to put an ATM outside of my apartment
Hustlers ride around in Porsches
Yes-men, crowd around in Bosses
We got plugs from flying down to Florida
Ride around exploring, uh
Buying brown in Chinatown, tying down the corner
Every king will be crowned
It ain't no hiding out from karma, uh
Clip go out the window and throw the iron out the Honda
Neighbors hear that thing growling like a lion out Rwanda uh
The landlord wouldn't hand us the keys
So I move my plans up to speed
Now I'm standing in Alexander McQueen
I was out gambling, chancing my dreams
Root of the family trees
So I can never sleep on a hammock in peace
They was just comparing y'all legends to me yesterday
Especially him standing next to me, he's featherweight
Bump heads, he wasn't expecting to meet leather face
Background check, came back with a clean resume

The Butcher, nigga

Yeah, what these rappers don't do is resonate
Let's set it straight, I ran more rackets than any tennis grade
Won't hesitate, getting fed a bed of grapes on like ten estates
Don't let us wait, a roasted array of veggies with bread and steak
Don't set a plate for that nigga there cause he wasn't bread a ape
Let's celebrate My man's home from selling weight, got eleven crates
I told him, look, why don't you meditate on a better rate
He said, nah, but he ain't no hella wait next to Heaven's Gates
Then he states, I'll see you in hell
I told him to set the date
Cause I've seen eight sections of hell while living in Section 8
As a youth was labeled a bad boy but still blessed with faith
Check the tapes, you'll see me hopping fences when they investigate
Yeah, I ain't never been nothing less than great
A little bit of Pac J, Nas, Pun, DMX, and Face
Nah, you ain't never seen these impressive traits
Let's debate and pin your location and I'll address your hate

Hey y'all, standing over the stove I show you how to cook a key
A quarter brick over each eye
My nigga, look at me
Fuck turning one into two I'm a push for three
And if I gotta bring it to you I need a booking fee
Look at these rap niggas acting like hoes
I picked a mother load up, then tackled my goals
I probably made more sales than Apple with phones
All I did was break bricks and drop them like I'm accident prone
That's fair put, I'm a rare crook
And if you dare look like something's wrong you'll get your air took
Niggas get found dead barefoot
For a profit, I put everybody in boxes like a yearbook
Huh, your heart's where fear put
Stop acting like a thug when you soft and a weird puss
My dress cold got them scared shook
All kind of furs, midnight tonight I might wear a wolf
Trust