GODS Don’t Bleed

Lyrics

[Intro: Benny] Ah, ayy, I'm, I'm ready for whatever, nigga The Butcher, yeah, okay Yup, just like that Uh-huh, Griselda, nigga, yo, uh [Verse 1: Benny] Even the FBI said the squad was violent They labeled us young, wild, and homicidal But hustlers treat my last shit like it's some kind of Bible 'Cause I drove with my last brick in a Honda Pilot Missing fathers, he never got his guidance Got in the game and never got to get his input when I decided It's not surprisin', niggas not as nice as Griselda And I'm as bright as my elders, Off-White at Coachella How you on parole with a curfew and some beef? Don't shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets And dependin' what I'm payin', I could send 'em where you laying Body snatcher jumpin' out the Renault with it in his hand Had to take a few trips just to kick it with my man Like did he give us what I planned, I guess I'm fillin' up the van, uh Bring it back in bales but distribute it in grams Conversations in the cell, where most criminals advance Let's backtrack, had my first daughter with my first wife Bought my first quarter, caught my first stripe Set up by a nigga, I served twice He got picked up, then he bitched up like he was 'bout to serve life I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that? Straight facts, blood on the money when it got paid back You know them hustlers who sling packs I'm tied with them same cats in case I gotta get my name back All them nights I had to pray for this, they gon' pay for this No mistakin' it, got a safe with no more space in it We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pastin' it Take Belichick playbook and still won't be the Patriots Y'all shocked, I'm out your league by a long shot My team gave the city smoke like cigar shops Damn, they tryna get my man what Saddam got Say my name and wake these niggas up like alarm clocks [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Niggas run away and they hide, sayin' New York's full (They hidin') Didn't say his grace and he died, his first forkful Nigga that ain't got no pride is unlawful (Uh-huh) Things that he partakes in are done forceful Dudes that get down like that get done awful (Awful) Pull this razor out on sight and come across you Adrenaline rush make him do it with no remorse too (Uh) You would do it too, but you know how much it would cost you (You know) I'm in the left lane, tryna see how much that the Porsche do (Ha) Do a lot of thinkin', so you can say that I'm thoughtful (Yeah) We ain't got a corkscrew? Fuck it, just push the cork through (Push it through) Yeah, then pour everybody a glass, bitch (Everybody) The objective at the end is for everybody to stash it (Get money) The grip be in his arm, need everybody to blast (Blast) And fall back so everybody can pass Ask me, and I'ma tell you that everybody is trash (Trash) I rolled them Backs, I sold them packs (Uh-huh) Started with the girl, never should have showed him smack (These niggas) Made it through the hate, they couldn't even hold him back (Wire) Told 'em everything else, you should have told 'em that (Haha) Nigga, now they even sayin' you did it, or they saw you (Uh-huh) Ain't no more niggas committed to the morals (Uh-uh) They should get bullets, double digits in they orals Stay the fuck out of these streets, they ain't for you, nigga (Grrt, ayo) [Verse 3: Westside Gunn] MAC with the serial scratched (Brrt) Acne Studio bucket hat stuffed with cracks, 12 12 Lumberjacks My city drug infested, cherry Cayman Ss (Skrrt) Four in the baby stretchers, Supreme vest and leathers over baby Hecklers (Ah) .40 issue nickel, hit you close range twice (Boom-boom-boom) Advisory Board Crystals, Prestos Off-White First over at the Albright, fiends knockin' all night Niggas like "Who that right there," they seen the Porsche lights Extendo hangin' out the passenger, it caused a massacre (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) Stick with the dumb drum, black as Africa Bullets rainin', stellar umbrellas, now they jealous Read the same book but didn't understand the message Drop beamers, Issey Miyake seats The opps obsolete, Chanel mask in the robbery The feds eye on me, I pose in rose gold Drive-bys, I let the Rolls stroll (Skrrt), still cop picot by the boatload I'm so appalled the coke never came back Mustard Goyard, Mozart, my shooter need a nose job (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Left his brains on Barneys New York, check the chalkboard The Eiffel on the postcard, peace, God (Peace, God) [Outro] God is the greatest, we could never be friends