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Benny the Butcher, Black Soprano Family, Fuego Base - My City (feat. Duckman)
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Текст песни: Violation
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big BSF
These **** know who run this shit, man
These are the real Sopranos
One, two, three, four
I never had nothing, I'll probably blow it all
Too much paper I'm chasing, I think I know it all
Brand new Benz on factories, I'ma show it off
Don't be that boy that got tackled before he throw the ball
I ain't have no problem with **** before that money came
All we do is get to the paper, I never wanted fame
The real big dawg where I'm from, they know who run the game
All you do is focus on me like he a fuckin' lame
Work came from Sinaloa, pills go to Minnesota
Bowls came from California, Fetty came from Arizona
50 and that old school, my cousin tried to buy it from me
Feds can't find the money, hustle, know your time is coming
Burner in that living room, we don't even use the oven
I just need that blender, swear that microwave ain't doing nothing
Leek said he never sold crystal, I sold a mountain of it
Never running off on the plug 'cause I love counting hundreds
'Fore I had a route, my brother gave me a co-sign
'Fore you try and cross me, you better off doing coke lines
Mom doing good, I'm taking care of the bloodline
Ain't too many problems in my city, I run mine
O's for eleven, I tell them **** it's lunchtime
Real life rap, some people call it a punchline
I don't need diamonds, without them you know I'm gon' shine
Ain't too many problems in my city, I run mine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big BSF
These **** know who run this shit, man
These are the real Sopranos
One, two, three, four
I never had nothing, I'll probably blow it all
Too much paper I'm chasing, I think I know it all
Brand new Benz on factories, I'ma show it off
Don't be that boy that got tackled before he throw the ball
I ain't have no problem with **** before that money came
All we do is get to the paper, I never wanted fame
The real big dawg where I'm from, they know who run the game
All you do is focus on me like he a fuckin' lame
Work came from Sinaloa, pills go to Minnesota
Bowls came from California, Fetty came from Arizona
50 and that old school, my cousin tried to buy it from me
Feds can't find the money, hustle, know your time is coming
Burner in that living room, we don't even use the oven
I just need that blender, swear that microwave ain't doing nothing
Leek said he never sold crystal, I sold a mountain of it
Never running off on the plug 'cause I love counting hundreds
'Fore I had a route, my brother gave me a co-sign
'Fore you try and cross me, you better off doing coke lines
Mom doing good, I'm taking care of the bloodline
Ain't too many problems in my city, I run mine
O's for eleven, I tell them **** it's lunchtime
Real life rap, some people call it a punchline
I don't need diamonds, without them you know I'm gon' shine
Ain't too many problems in my city, I run mine
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