Warehouse 4 Lyrics by Benny The Butcher
(Feat. Fuego Base, Black Soprano Family, OT The Real & Rick Hyde)
Life’s a *** but we all love her
The law hovers quick to bang on them like the wrong number
Everything on the menu we got it all covered
Old heads send you fingers through the mail like Mitch’s lil’ brothers
*** the talkin’ let’s just *** each other
Another year another pair of butters
Fans love us like grandmothers
Hands cut up from slicin’ grams *** up
Feds in the tinted van run up, hands up
I guess I found better ways
I stop watchin’ cops cause they don’t show ones who get away
I know legends who lost it and I know crackheads with apple pay
All I know is is I’m going out on 12 like a half a day
Youngins just stack and pray
Winnin’s a stack away
I seen plugs get caught up with packs still had to pay
No need to exaggerate
We trap at a rapid rate
Mask up, bag it safe, cause that *** evaporates
(Watch your body)
Yeah
Look
The lick testing out a new batch
Said that he don’t feel nothing
Damn near took him two blacks
Now we call him Phil Drummond
Hit it with the *** I hope that I don’t *** somethin’
Makin’ sure the numbers good while watchin’ good will huntin’
The streets was beneficial
It tapped in my potential
I never thought my callin’ would be over instrumentals
Now I get a check for it
Aimin’ at your neck for it
Life be really checkers cause you sacrificed a chessboard
They started yellin’ greatness and I started takin’ steps towards it
I feel like Tim Duncan when they askin’ who the best forward
You never had to blend in with the creatine to stretch more
Now I’m sellin’ grizzies out the crib this a pet store
I put my hands together and I pray for the better
Real niggas only ain’t *** changed but the weather
When life gives you lemons add some *** to make it better
Then sell it to whoever
I’m tryna get this cheddar ***, uh
I hear y’all disses they better ignore it
But if the homies take another chain from niggas they better record
I’m fightin’ demons the devil be bored
And sheddin’ tears in the house that I thought I could never afford
They hear Base and say that’s the feel
I really had white boy O-T and homie that’s the real
Every phone call abandoned near
I take a lil off the top like Tyson did evander ear
These hoes sell pace and sell twat
I got a paranoid neek that keep peaking through the mail slot
I got flaws but I’m deserving still
On mama when I learned to cut *** I was a virgin still
Had packs before I had snacks
Cane in my belly button it was bundles near my ass ***
By the grace of god I’m past drugs
I chose rap then I bubble like a fart do in the bathtub
Base
If you bring the streets home with you
The punishment is punitive
Caring for my daughters while I’m running as a fugitive
Love this and love that but what’s as love got to do with it?
Cause Judas loving Jesus ain’t stop him from going through with it
Was loyal to a fault
I would’ve jumped off the roof of niggas
Heard your favorite rapper only gangsta in the music business
Got my first half ounce of *** even school was different
I came back off summer vacation as a youth offender
Saw beauty in the strangest things how is that usual?
Cause street niggas only get flowers at funerals
Eyes closed, mind racin’ my thoughts just accelerate
Today my brother birthday and it’s hard for me to celebrate
Prolly cause my head ain’t straight
Cut off your arm usin’ broke scissors
That’s how I feel to lose a close sibling, ah
You know my specialty was *** dealin’, ah
I cut the weight in half like Ozempic
It’s Butchy