Letra Warehouse 4 Benny (Rapper)

Warehouse 4

Life's a bitch but we all love her
The law hovers quick to bang on 'em like the wrong number
Everything on the menu, we got it all covered
Old heads send you fingers through the mail like Mitch's lil' brothers
Fuck the talkin' let's just kill each other
Another year, another pair of Butters
Fans love us like grandmothers
Hands cut up from slicin' grams, fucked up
Feds in the tinted van, run up, hands up
I guess I found better ways
I stopped watchin' Cops cause they don't show ones who get away
I know legends who lost it and I know crackheads with Apple Pay
All I know is is I'm going out on 12 like a half a day
Youngin's just stack and pray, winnin's a stack away
I seen plugs get caught up with packs still had to pay
No need to exaggerate, we trap at a rapid rate
Mask up, bag it safe, 'cause that shit evaporates (Watch your body)

Yeah, look
The lick testin' out a new batch
Said that he don't feel nothin'
Damn near took him two blacks
Now we call him Phil DrummondHit it with the fentanyl, I hope that I don't kill somethin'
Makin' sure the numbers good while watchin' Good Will Hunting
The streets was beneficial, it tapped in my potential
I never thought my callin' would be over instrumentals
Now I get a check for it, aimin' at your neck for it
Life be really checkers 'cause you sacrificed a chessboard
They started yellin' greatness and I started takin' steps towards it
I feel like Tim Duncan when they askin' who the best forward
You never had to blend in with the creatine to stretch more
Now I'm sellin' grizzies out the crib, this a pet store
I put my hands together and I pray for the better
Real niggas only, ain't shit changed but the weather
When life gives you lemons, add some shit to make it better
Then sell it to whoever, I'm tryna get this cheddar
Motherfucker, uh

I hear y'all disses, they better ignore it
But if the homies take another chain from niggas they better record
I'm fightin' demons, the Devil be bored
And sheddin' tears in the house that I thought I could never afford
They hear Base and say, "That's the feel"
I really had white boy OT and homie, that's the real
Every phone call abandoned near
I take a lil' off the top like Tyson did Evander ear
These hoes sell pace and sell twat
I got a paranoid neek that keep peakin' through the mail slot
I got flaws but I'm deservin' still
On mama, when I learned to cut dope I was a virgin still
Had packs before I had snacks
'Caine in my belly button, it was bundles near my ass crack
By the grace of God, I'm past drugs
I chose rap then I bubble like a fart do in the bathtub
Base

If you bring the streets home with you the punishment is punitive
Carin' for my daughters while I'm runnin' as a fugitive
Love this and love that but what's love got to do with it?
'Cause Judas lovin' Jesus ain't stop him from goin' through with it
Was loyal to a fault, I would've jumped off the roof for niggas
Heard your favorite rapper only gangsta in the music business
Got my first half-ounce of crack, even school was different
I came back off summer vacation as a youth offender
Saw beauty in the strangest things, how is that usual?
'Cause street niggas only get flowers at funerals
Eyes closed, mind racin', my thoughts just accelerate
Today my brother birthday and it's hard for me to celebrate
Probably 'cause my head ain't straight
Cut off your arm usin' broke scissors, that's how it feel to lose a close sibling, ah
You know my specialty was dope dealin', ah
I cut the weight in half like Ozempic
It's Butchy