Johnny P’s Caddy Lyrics – Benny The Butcher ft. J. Cole

[Intro: Benny The Butcher]
Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this sh!t mean a lot to me
Know what I mean?
You know this sh!t don't feel as good as it look
(Big Griselda)
I'ma keep it real with you
(Black Soprano Family)
I'm straight though (I'm good)
This street sh!t made me what I am today
N!ggas know I went so hard for this sh!t
I deserve this sh!t, n!gga (Ah)
The butcher coming n!gga

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
More 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky
Catching chickens (Yeah)
I was nice, but they was right
When they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash
When I passed over half a million
Come easily? no good
Don't be surprised I outlast these n!ggas
It's like they put out a smash
Thеn they gone in a flash, admit it
And then thеy made tracks and diss us
Like that's gone add up the digits (F**k you doing?)
They showing fake racks in pictures like
That's gone attract the b!tches
That was really me, n!gga
I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I'm living
And I would've whacked one of 'em n!ggas
Who knew that after drug dealing
I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
Annual income, so here's my manual and some
And this Eastside sh!t still in me
My ability, to turn words to imagery prolly
The reason they gone remember me (Let's talk)
Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much sh!t to me
I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checking
My mirrors visually
Come with that energy
'cause some sh!t gone always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda
I say, "Validity"
They asking what work y'all n!ggas put in
I'm like, "What didn't we?"
Problems that I correct through
The obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel
They responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West
Tell me who else I gotta respect (Who else?)
'Cause I'm kinda perplexed
It's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, n!gga
Ahh, let's go!

[Interlude: J. Cole]
Bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, n!gga
Yeah, Cole f**king World
Griselda sh!t
You know what I mean (Griselda)
You know what it is, n!gga, when I show up
I'm on ten n!gga, not nine

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
On the night I was born
The rain was pouring, God was crying
Lightning struck, power outage, sparks was flying
The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lying
Of course I'm trying to revive a sport that's dying
But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relying
Got these nerds thinking that you n!ggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as
Y'all with lying
Stretching the truth, no
I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure
Me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I'm skating on these records was proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose
Never letting them loose
Cold World, the heater blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans
No weaklings last in my sneakers
N!gga want me on a song
He gone see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gone go to Hell
If Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than n!ggas
And don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty
I see a glass full of ether
Collecting his bread in mass
Like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a n!gga cash
You might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really no MC equal, feel me?
Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
On God, the best rapper alive
Headshot, now go and ask
The best rappers that died
They tell you he neverlied, n!gga

[Outro: J. Cole]
Yeah, Tana Talk