we here - black soprano family lyrics
[intro: rick hyde]
(yeah, uh*huh)
(ricky)
[verse 1: rick hyde]
f*ck them other n*ggas, sh*t, my biggest opp was patience
another six figures on a table, i can taste it (that money)
your heart be on your sleeve, b*tch, this rollie like a bracelet
everythin’ residual, i’m out here gettin’ placements
unc’ was in the kitchen with the pots and the mason (whip, whip, whip)
my fate was slowly comin’ out the water, like it’s jason
we don’t need role models, we need innovation
i’m tellin’ you, i feel it in the air, ventilation
black soprano family, the new administration (biggеst bsf)
my maneuverin’ is gracious, you must knew a n*gga facе it
i took two to miss some greats, you just do enough to make it
i wrap you in a circle, like you hoggin’ up the blanket (haha)
i never seen a b*tch i couldn’t f*ck or a sp*ceship
i never seen this kind of money workin’ on a dayshift (that’s facts)
two*hundred*somethin’*thousand out the mud what i wasted (that’s facts)
my dream was right in front of me, i got up and i chased it
b*tch, it’s ricky, yo
[verse 2: elcamino & heem b$f]
ayo, hustle for a cause (facts), so i’m ignorin’ cost
dirty text, all b*tches waitin’ on me to respond
underground king, but i got hits, like chaka khan (khan)
and a hundred hoes tryna introduce me to they mom (mama love)
i’m the boss type, i ain’t never fell in line
i ain’t nothin’ like these fake gs when they smell a line (sniff)
i don’t mix every n*ggas stories when i’m tellin’ mine
but i might got a l!ck for yours, when i’m sellin’ mine
uh, don’t f*ck with the split, then never mind
a n*gga once told me the same and he fell behind (fell behind)
i came in this world way beyond my time
and then put in more work in than all these n*ggas combined
uh, add it up, they don’t even do the math (n*gga, do the math)
by the time they catch up, i’ll be on to another bag (another one)
in the back of the benz and i’m lettin’ burden blast
pourin’ [?], if it’s stretched, fill it up my glass (if it’s stretched)
i might not come in first, but it won’t be last (it won’t)
if all else fails, i’m gon’ need another mask (gon’ need it, n*gga)
but, i ain’t one of them n*ggas that’s always been want cash
that’s why y’all be stayin’ out the way in this bucket of crabs
trackhawk off the lot, ’cause i f*cked up the jack (skrrt, they know)
speed limit thirty, but i still do a buck and a half
[verse 3: heem b$f & benny the butcher]
i done went from rags to riches and finer things (finer things, n*gga)
sold dope for leathered coats and a diamond ring (that’s that sh*t)
i ain’t the captain of the yacht, but i’m on the team (wow)
i’m hip*hop, like big pop’, it was all a dream (haha)
i’m representin’ for the low, and n*ggas call me heem
every verse like good coke, all the b*lls be clean
n*ggas cryin’ out, broke, tryna ’cause a scene
i was posted in the ghetto, servin’ all the fiends (they know, haha)
see me out a hundred deep, i’m with all the gs (i’m with the gs, n*gga)
labels send another check, spend it all on peace (haha)
it’s the mob, n*gga, few shooters and hard dealers
i spent nights thinkin’ ’bout life with scarred k!llers
we all villains (uh), no fillers, i’m mike, thriller
i’m tryna moonwalk on money and white tennis
my life menace, black glocks and white lennon
i come from bad blocks, where murder was good business
this for the trenches (uh), help my n*ggas and pretty b*tches
and gangstas worldwide (haha), ridin’ round with them switches (the butcher comin’, n*gga)
[verse 4: benny the butcher]
i had to block them hoes when i had that bread to get
then made her eat her friend p*ssy, you had to beg the b*tch
they wanna know how i became a millionaire so quick (how?)
project baby, raised off milk and eggs from wick (uh)
before you ever heard of butch, i was low*key rockin’ (n*gga)
whole key coppin’, straight drop, ain’t no re*rockin’ (no re*rockin’)
before them out of town shows, i was ot coppin’ (ot)
had packs jumpin’ out new york, like they obi toppin (like they obi toppin)
three foreigns in a year, i’m gettin’ fat off this dough (i’m gettin’ fat)
and lappin’ n*ggas, so i’m still burnin’ calories though (burnin’ calories though)
she f*ckin’ bro, but i won’t never get mad at the bro
she f*ck the team, she probably get in a reality show (uh)
they call me benzy the butcher when i’m veerin’ in this whip
and i be starin’ at your b*tch, like i’m starin’ at a brick (uh)
hood n*gga, so it’s really not a way to me, i’m rich
i might be wearin’ all this sh*t at a charity event (d*mn)
i hear all these hoes sayin’ they f*ck*n*gga free
but what they really mean is they f*ck n*ggas free (how?)
when i made a quarter*million bucks in a week (huh)
and my b*tch pushed that new beamer truck through the streets (skrrt, skrrt)
uh, rumors in the city, i ain’t put n0body on (huh?)
lovey just finished his deal, heem on sh*t with me and dram’
ricky on breakfast club, p*ssin’ everybody off (haha)
i’m chillin’, gettin’ fifty*somethin’ tonight on the tour (woo)
so if it was really on, i would’ve spint back already
got your mint clapped already, i had y’all gift*wrapped already (i had y’all n*ggas gift*wrapped)
i’m into gettin’ money though, i been at this cheddy
’cause bsf really stand for been stackin’ fetti, it’s the butch, n*gga
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