The Realest

Lyrics

[Intro: Benny The Butcher & Heem] They know Yeah, let's go The Butcher comin', nigga Uh Yo, look [Verse 1: Benny The Butcher] Paper, diamonds, and Benzes, that's why we got in the business (Facts, though) The trips back and forth out of town what got me addicted Got a plug and made two-hundred grand out of the friendship (Remember that?) I'm still up, last we heard, he out of commission It's crazy, why most dope boys got 'em a princess (My dawgs) My daughter like her mom, just is not as dependent They call it fast dough, 'cause this life you gotta be quick with (Got to be quick) I just need a stock and a block I could be content with, huh You know the business, fuck hеr once, lose interеst I'm in my rookie year, they put me in they top ten picks, huh (Damn) They say the game is a bitch, you gotta pimp it I'm countin' bluefaces while she puttin' on lipstick [Chorus: Benny The Butcher & Heem] (We the realest) Yeah, and I can put it on my soul Three dope cases, but I ain't never told, oh no, 'cause (We the realest) Yeah, sold a quarter brick of blow Counted up, then went and did a show, how they know that (We the realest?) Uh, asked these niggas 'bout traps They only hustlers when they writing they raps, it's facts that (We the realest) Uh, grindin' for everything I stack When it's mine, they can't get it back, uh-uh, 'cause (We the realest) [Verse 2: Heem] For the love of drug violence, homicides, and bitches Had to hustle to survive, I really came from the trenches (For real) Got niggas behind the wall that's never comin' from prison And the time dawned on him when he come from a visit First my dawg was a killer, then he turned to a Christian Told me, "Leave the streets alone and don't turn to a victim" (Word) Thinkin' 'bout what he said, mixin' weed with liquor Pray to God I live to see the day my seeds get bigger (Listen) Heard 'em talkin' from the side, but I don't see them niggas (Uh-huh) Drama come, I'm gon' ride, that's on me, my nigga (On me) Same nigga with the hoodie and that all black nina I been thuggin' since a shawty, heard you signed a subpoena (You niggas tellin') Tell me, what your life like? 'Cause mines is real Know the motto that we follow, "Do the time or tell" Feds came and got hot, said he caught that cell (Dang) Hope he make it out the jam, but only time gon' tell, on my word [Chorus: Benny The Butcher & Heem] (We the realest) And I can put it on my soul Three dope cases, but I ain't never told, oh no, 'cause (We the realest) Yeah, sold a quarter brick of blow I counted up, then went and did a show, how they know that (We the realest?) Uh, asked these niggas 'bout traps They only hustlers when they writing they raps, it's facts that (We the realest) Uh, grindin' for everything I stack When it's mine, they can't get it back, uh-uh, 'cause (We the—)