In The Wall

Lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] (Cory Mo) Shout out my nigga Cory Mo, yeah Butcher coming, nigga (Summertime Butch) I don't even, I don't even really like rapping like this, hahaha I love this shit, I'm lying You know, this gospel, but you niggas take it the wrong way You niggas take this shit the wrong way, though Let me see, yeah [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Niggas ask if I'm strapped, hoes ask if I rap Bitch, no, I'm a dope boy, stick a dynamite in every back Self-made millionaire, no cap (No) but it gotta be a catch Three felonies and I'm black, still fighting skeletons from way back They measuring by my melanin, but it's evident that I'm that The record bears madе an effortless, but my relativеs made backs Niggas say they getting money, huh? Then tell them niggas pay tax (Pay tax) Believe 'em when they say they selling dope 'Cause I know these niggas can't rap And the trap had every ounce for a stack, but they caught me in an act Came home, sent me back on parole, I ain't think I could adapt Big girl from Houston and that ass so fat That a rapper sneak dissed me over that but I never send one back Hold up, wait, I'm getting all trapped But they finna throw at me I turn a typical bandy into a Silicon Valley I'm getting dope when I'm lying And if I say getting broke, don't scare me Cause the pinnacle when you dealing dope is retiring with your family [Chorus: Benny the Butcher] Drug money for us all They can't tax what's in the wall (They can't tax what's in the wall They can't tax what's in the wall) Drug money for us all They can't tax what's in the wall (They can't tax what's in the wall They can't tax what's in the wall) Drug money for us all Need a plug, took a loss Tell me who I gotta call Famous runner from the law Drug money for us all They can't tax what's in the wall (They can't tax what's in the wall They can't tax what's in the wall) [Verse 2: Bun B] Now niggas talk like they kingpins, cause they make for a good convo But how many niggas really took dope, cross stayed in the car though Left the hood in a rental car with some cocaine and a dirty gun Hit the cut with 13k, worth, came home with 31 Took it right back to the plug, doubled up, then doubled back It's a filthy game and a lame nigga like you couldn't even juggle that So you don't want no trouble, Jack, especially not with the king You don't want to scuffle, you not for the swing So get out the way or I'm doing my thing Now the first time that me and the butcher linked up, it was low-key But this time we in beast mode, so niggas bout to go OD Four quarters in the OT, we gon' leave it all on the field If we in the jam, we go on the lam, this shit is too hard to fight on appeal I'm a rapper that your favorite rapper can't feel, cause he don't like me But we already knew what that nigga was when his bitch ass wouldn't fight me Me and Corey Mo back at it like we trappin' out of the band though Bun B and Butcher nigga, UGK and Black Soprano [Chorus: Benny the Butcher] Drug money for us all They can't tax what's in the wall (They can't tax what's in the wall They can't tax what's in the wall) Drug money for us all They can't tax what's in the wall (They can't tax what's in the wall They can't tax what's in the wall) Drug money for us all Need a plug, took a loss Tell me who I gotta call Famous runner from the law Drug money for us all They can't tax what's in the wall (They can't tax what's in the wall They can't tax what's in the wall)