Caine Sales Lyrics by Benny the Butcher
(Feat. Black Soprano Family, Fuego Base)
I had just been talking shit
But a couple weeks later
I found myself in Hartford, Connecticut
I consider Hartford a music mecca
It’s close to New York
But just far enough away
That it has its own energy and taste
Uh, uh
Bared my soul, but it’s some shit that I can’t tell
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Either that weed quiet or I can’t smell
Could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
I could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
Why rap when I could whip a whole order?
Spent more time with pagin’ J than with my own daughter
Sent the pack up north with Jerome daughter
Staties nabbed her, I just pray that she could hold water
Till base run over, niggas can’t live
Give it to you brown or the tan, that’s Aunt Viv
We done had birds and took more crack
Even if you did, you never saw that
While you wasting time tryna steal the format
I’ma go and put ostrich on the floor mats
I just deal with ‘Pac, breezin’ in the Audi
Highest gas prices when we beefin’ with the Saudis
The gang never did a crook better
My bitch twenty-one, her mom thirty-seven and she look better
Bared my soul, but it’s some shit that I can’t tell
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Either that weed quiet or I can’t smell
Could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
I could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
Black Soprano Family
Ah, Mario Brothers, how we stack them coins
I sold crack and bullied riders, Rory McIlroy (PGA)
Wait, what you call a gang that a rat could join?
What you call that?
You had a good reputation, you let rap destroy (Man)
Uh, once we was close, the bond, I had to bury
I watched friends turn into ghosts like Matthew Perry
That white girl Lisa Kudrow got the streets’ approval
It ain’t nothin’ like a bad bitch that’s being useful
Made commas in a week, quarter-kilo each
Could never love a bitch more than I love Frisio Street
I’m Ray Allen, I play the shooter when I join teams
But he shot three-pointers and I sold point-threes
Bared my soul, but it’s some shit that I can’t tell
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Either that weed quiet or I can’t smell
Could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
I could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
He told her without me she could go farther
But sellin’ ‘caine got me richer than my whole father
Every rapper claim they came in through the boat dockers
I did a jux with two niggas and robbed both partners
Money ruin friendships, nigga, you know how
It’s supposed to split, but it don’t, like a unibrow
The Glock 17s all got beams
Like a fat nigga Timbs, nigga, I got lean
Servin’ in the cut where I’m not seen
If I don’t got nothin’, know I got fiends
Ex-army smoker keep the Glocks clean
Give Aunt Vicky a bump, she keep the spot clean
Bared my soul, but it’s some shit that I can’t tell
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Could never love a bitch more than I do these ‘caine sales
Either that weed quiet or I can’t smell
Could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
I could never love you niggas more than I do these ‘caine sales
These are the real Sopranos
