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to the grave - nems lyrics

[intro: nems and benny the butcher]
you don’t even know what you just did
uh
gorilla
brrrt
bow!
ayo nems what up?
my n*gga
east side of buffalo to coney island
c*i
griselda
f*ck your lyfer gang n*gga, we out here
butcher comin’ n*gga
yo listen, go get your pops. go get your uncle, your hardback cousin, whoever n*gga. we out here, go get ’em

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
i ain’t f*ck wit’ rat n*ggas since big put out life
and i won’t scr*p wit’ ya, the sig put out lights
i re*rock then the coppers pull out pipes
i’m the last legend left since the doctors took out mike
you f*ck wit’ me and nems that’s a safe hazard
i put gorillas on your back like a bape jackеt
all my neighbors had base habits
i played thе trap with a plate, a .38, and a straight jacket
hundred in the stash box, you know what i’m here for
chainsaws and hgh, butcher on steroids
you ain’t tryna clear at least a million, what you here for?
dirty money falling out the ceiling on the headboard
turn my trap phone on, soon as i hit the town
what they re’ing up with i’m spending at mr. chao’s
rest in piece to my brother, my mother she miss her child
i wish death to them n*ggas that hit him and bl!cked him down
i rode around with dirty scales, lord knows i’m reckless
i went up top and made your b*tch get a phone connected
the sh*t i did in the streets written in stone forever
my young n*ggas stacking bodies like a bone collector
[verse 2: nems]
i won’t stop until you gone forever
hit the block in the coldest leather
you motherf*ckers on all these tracks, talkin’ bout all this money
but if ya girl break up with you right now, you gon’ be homeless n*gga
that’s why at shows heavily booed rappers
left arm swerve, steadily shoot backwards
question the boot tactics
when you die, you gon’ get greeted in heaven by 72 f*ggots
so stop pressin’ your luck, the desert is tucked
this the resurrection of ruck
i’m on the block with a ugly b*tch caressing her b*tt
b*tch i don’t care how many kids you got i’m just tryna f*ck (b*tch)
straight up, keep iron on the waist
rob n*ggas in my building walk buy ’em everyday
i’d be lying if i say that i listen to your sh*t
smack your f*cking t**th out, now you whistle when you spit
i’m official with the spit and the merch speaking for me
i can teach a n*gga how to turn 7 dollars to forty (times a thousand)
you can’t ignore when i mash with butcher
we be runnin’ down on rappers like ashton kutcher (punk n*gga)

[chorus: benny the butcher and nems]
all i got, all i got
is the game, is the game
hundred shots, hundred shots
it’ll wave, let ’em wave
you on top, you on top
i feel the same, i feel the same
from the block, from the block
to the grave, to the grave
[outro: nems]
brrrrrat, motherf*cker

- nems lyrics

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