Paroles I am the program de Benny (Rapper)

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2025

I am the program

It's P.R.E.M.O. AKA Mr. Spend That Shit
Yo, Benny
Why you got me up here?
You know these niggas don't fuckin' like me
I got that dog shit, niggas
I got this shit out the mud, and I went to the fuckin' moon, niggas
I'm bigger than the fuckin' program
I'm the fuckin' program
It's Mr. Spend That Shit and Benny The Butcher, and we mobbin' through whatever
New York City, stand up
Yo, Benny
Yeah
Griselda, Griselda

Yo, my results came the hard way
Sometimes you gotta laugh at life
The shit I had to sacrifice ain't bigger than my appetite
A long way from home, in my cell tryin' to strategize
A hustler only flaw is, we get it all and don't be satisfied
A brick of dope was 60 when Wes pulled me out the trap to rhyme
I ain't goin' back this time
That niggas's a mastermind
I told J-Rock, the next run you catch, stack this time
Now let's put rap aside
Who really had to trap or die?
200 on the table, the long way
Or, I could stack 'em high
I know you see that meme, did Benny really sell packs and why?
And if he did, how could he in that weather?
Let the facts decide
I really did it
I stood on that strip, lips chapped and dry
Back home for a week, besides the jewels, I ain't pack this time
We gon' let the plaque decide
Who else got stats this high?
Sweatsuit, hoodie on
Niggas thinkin' I'm a passerby
Till they see that butcher piece
The streets I gave back to mine
Steady hand like a painter
I could've went to barber school
I fell out with plugs and rappers that I thought was cool
Some, we was homies
Other niggas, I was father's too
Shay got on his feet after a crisis that I walked him through
He did the same for me when I was down, bad barbecue
He felt I was his sharpest tool
He said, "Nobody hard as you"
I just backed it up and made my resume target-proof
But being the king full of shit, the throne like the toilet stool
It's Butch, niggas
Ah
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Yo, my results came the hard way
Sometimes you gotta laugh at life
The shit I had to sacrifice ain't bigger than my appetite
A long way from home, in my cell tryin' to strategize
A hustler only flaw is, we get it all and don't be satisfied
A brick of dope was 60 when Wes pulled me out the trap to rhyme
I ain't goin' back this time
That niggas's a mastermind
I told J-Rock, the next run you catch, stack this time
Now let's put rap aside
Who really had to trap or die?
200 on the table, the long way
Or, I could stack 'em high
I know you see that meme, did Benny really sell packs and why?
And if he did, how could he in that weather?
Let the facts decide
I really did it
I stood on that strip, lips chapped and dry
Back home for a week, besides the jewels, I ain't pack this time
We gon' let the plaque decide
Who else got stats this high?
Sweatsuit, hoodie on
Niggas thinkin' I'm a passerby
Till they see that butcher piece
The streets I gave back to mine
Steady hand like a painter
I could've went to barber school
I fell out with plugs and rappers that I thought was cool
Some, we was homies
Other niggas, I was father's too
Shay got on his feet after a crisis that I walked him through
He did the same for me when I was down, bad barbecue
He felt I was his sharpest tool
He said, "Nobody hard as you"
I just backed it up and made my resume target-proof
But being the king full of shit, the throne like the toilet stool
It's Butch, niggas
Ah
Excelsior