In The Wall Lyrics by Benny The Butcher (feat. Bun B)
Cory Mo
Shout out my *** Cory Mo
The Butcher comin’, ***
Summertime Butch
I don’t even… I don’t even really like rapping like this
I love this ***
I’m lying
You know this gospel, but you niggas take it the wrong way
You niggas take this *** the wrong way though
Let me see
Yeah
*** ask if we strap
Hoes ask if I rap
*** know I’m a *** boy
Stick of dynamite in every pack
Self-made millionaire, no cap
But it gotta be a catch
Three felonies and I’m back
Still fighting skeletons from way back
They measuring by my melanin
But it’s evident that I’m that
The record bins made it effortless
But my relatives made packs
Niggas say they getting money, huh?
Then tell them niggas pay tax
Believe them when they said he’s selling ***
Cause I know these niggas can’t rap
And the trap had every ounce for a stack
But they caught me in the 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 sent one back
Hold up, wait, I’m getting off track
What they finna throw at me?
I turned a typical bandy into a Silicon Valley
I’m getting dough, and I’m lying if I say getting broke don’t scare me
Cause the pinnacle when you dealing ***
Is retiring with your family
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, running 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
Now niggas talk like they kingpins
Cause it make for a good convo
But how many niggas really took ***
Cross-state in the car doe?
Left the hood in a rental car
With *** and a dirty ***
Hit the cup with 13K worth
Came home with 31
Took it right back to the plug
Doubled up, then double back
It’s a filthy game
And a lame *** 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 while 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 *** ’bout to go OD
Four quarters in the OT
We gonna leave it all on the field
If we in a jam, we go in the Lam’
This *** too hard to fight on appeal
I’m a rapper that your favorite rapper can’t feel
Cause he don’t like me
We already knew what that *** was
When his ***-ass wouldn’t fight me
Me and Cory Mo back at it
Like we trapping out the bando
If I’m being a Butcher
***, you can’t Black Soprano
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, running 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