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Benny The Butcher - Power Lyrics



Benny The Butcher - Power Lyrics
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[ Featuring 38 Spesh, V Don, ElCamino ]

Huh, huh
Yo, I was guilty as hell, ain't tell so I feel innocent
Take me back to my cell so I can build inner strength
Push-ups, pull-ups, and dips, I'm real militant
Who woulda known I'd come home and build businesses?
Look what I own on my own, I'm still killin' shit
Bought enough whips to fill dealerships
Y'all niggas worried 'bout IG pics, them still images (yo)
Them identities ain't theirs, they steal images (yo, look)

Quit playin' with that motherf*ckin' re-up money and take that shit to Jefe
It come through the mail the next day, you know traffic is a decade
Turned my million-dollar wrist into a million-dollar neckache
They wonder if my debt paid, it windy, I got my head shaved
And the L, I got my bed rolled, it's us against the death toll
So you gotta respect hoes who keep they mouth and they legs closed
I'm ridin' top-down in the Benz and I can hear echoes and stutters
From dead hustlers who made they deals with the Devil, crazy (yeah)

I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug
I could hold a grudge or I could show you love
Benz pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above
Loungin' at the top, and ain't no room up there above
Now it's real quiet in that room, f*ck the DA, f*ck the judge
Flyin' in that coupe, it got the peanut butter rug
Keep a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen ghetto love (yeah, Butcher comin', nigga)
You seen a lot, but you ain't seen no better drugs

Just bought a watch that I'ma pass off in a year or two
And built a brand new crib with walls I can hear through
Who gon' catch you when you fall, treat the gang like a parachute
We like the Navy, sign, get a gun, chain and a pair of boots , Butchie

Now we ain't breakin' interrogation like uneducated fools, huh
We stayin' quiet like meditation rooms, no snitchin'
I know bitches in a better place than dudes
From sellin' weight while these niggas sellin' plates of food, huh
I was frustrated, tempered, short-fused
But never let your situation regulate your moves
And the next time you see me, I'm in a better place than proves
'Cause we grind all winter, we don't celebrate 'til June, nigga (yeah, uh)

It was equal, had everything in the game, and everything to lose
So we opened up them traps like they was FDA-approved
Ain't nothin' like these featherweights, y'all better play it cool
We all got money, but Pablo was gon' separate the room

I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug
I could hold a grudge or I could show you love
Benz pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above
Loungin' at the top, and ain't no room up there above
Now it's real quiet in that room, f*ck the DA, f*ck the judge
Flyin' in that coupe, it got the peanut butter rug
Keep a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen ghetto love
You seen a lot, but you ain't seen no better drugs
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Huh, huh
Yo, I was guilty as hell, ain't tell so I feel innocent
Take me back to my cell so I can build inner strength
Push-ups, pull-ups, and dips, I'm real militant
Who woulda known I'd come home and build businesses?
Look what I own on my own, I'm still killin' shit
Bought enough whips to fill dealerships
Y'all niggas worried 'bout IG pics, them still images (yo)
Them identities ain't theirs, they steal images (yo, look)

Quit playin' with that motherf*ckin' re-up money and take that shit to Jefe
It come through the mail the next day, you know traffic is a decade
Turned my million-dollar wrist into a million-dollar neckache
They wonder if my debt paid, it windy, I got my head shaved
And the L, I got my bed rolled, it's us against the death toll
So you gotta respect hoes who keep they mouth and they legs closed
I'm ridin' top-down in the Benz and I can hear echoes and stutters
From dead hustlers who made they deals with the Devil, crazy (yeah)

I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug
I could hold a grudge or I could show you love
Benz pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above
Loungin' at the top, and ain't no room up there above
Now it's real quiet in that room, f*ck the DA, f*ck the judge
Flyin' in that coupe, it got the peanut butter rug
Keep a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen ghetto love (yeah, Butcher comin', nigga)
You seen a lot, but you ain't seen no better drugs

Just bought a watch that I'ma pass off in a year or two
And built a brand new crib with walls I can hear through
Who gon' catch you when you fall, treat the gang like a parachute
We like the Navy, sign, get a gun, chain and a pair of boots , Butchie

Now we ain't breakin' interrogation like uneducated fools, huh
We stayin' quiet like meditation rooms, no snitchin'
I know bitches in a better place than dudes
From sellin' weight while these niggas sellin' plates of food, huh
I was frustrated, tempered, short-fused
But never let your situation regulate your moves
And the next time you see me, I'm in a better place than proves
'Cause we grind all winter, we don't celebrate 'til June, nigga (yeah, uh)

It was equal, had everything in the game, and everything to lose
So we opened up them traps like they was FDA-approved
Ain't nothin' like these featherweights, y'all better play it cool
We all got money, but Pablo was gon' separate the room

I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug
I could hold a grudge or I could show you love
Benz pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above
Loungin' at the top, and ain't no room up there above
Now it's real quiet in that room, f*ck the DA, f*ck the judge
Flyin' in that coupe, it got the peanut butter rug
Keep a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen ghetto love
You seen a lot, but you ain't seen no better drugs
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Writer: Tivon Key, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Justin Christopher Harrell, Demetrius Rondale Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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