New Bills (feat. Benny The Butcher)

When it was more shit to talk about and niggas was walking it out Was with my mom dudes, and was trying to make it down south For y'all sleeping on the couch My mom's beeping on the couch because of back hurt From all of that sleeping on the couch Way back before I ever needed me A quarter-ounce I did but just didn't know I needed me a quarter-ounce the kid The shit that they ain't expect for me to figure out I did I can't let a nigga lecture me that never did it big Words from the watch you shoot You never close your eyes You get it down, Remember that? I ain't the one who told you lies They said McDonald's I wasn't the one who sold you fries But like McDonald's I'm one of the ones who sold you pies Like the Reverend I'm one of the ones who hold the ties Shake you down and fix you up and fold your tie And every new roll they come with a loaded nine Sorry to back off your chopper, but I'm firing mine I'm from East Buffalo where the cans go pop And the plans won't stop unless the brims don't lock I count money and drive fast Both hands broke ties So I mean that the bank or the Lambo shop I left home and only had a couple dollars But this rate, I'm going I probably buy an island in a month I'm in Sergio Tacchini thousand-dollar pair dumps I'm at the game watching where they do the commentary from, you see me Here's gold bottles, we drink the pain Drink this heat to stay with me so much this bitch probably gonna need a name I'll pop back up and feel like Jesus came Pouring liquor for niggas who died before they legal drinking age I hope y'all niggas meet y'all karma soon I see the defense call an audible Cuz that's what problem solvers do that cast chatting in the marbles But y'all rap status dishonorable tax brackets be marginal. F*ck y'all Nigga Big BSF