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Benny The Butcher – Over The Limit ft. Dom Kennedy

Benny The Butcher drops out another great hit for his die hard fans and this song is titled “Over The Limit” ft. Dom Kennedy.

And this music is lifted from his recently released album which is called “Burden Of Proof”.

 

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Over The Limit lyrics Benny

[Intro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

Yeah

Shit sound crazy, Hit

The Butcher comin’, nigga

See the difference is

From me and y’all niggas, I really did this shit though

So I can say what I wanna say, uh

(Hit-Boy)

 

[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

I do this religiously and I don’t trust fools in this industry

Mad I came through on a winnin’ streak

That’s me blastin’ through your car auxiliary

They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy

Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin’

It take me back to the corners I solicited on

You know the ratio, when you from the hood, the only place we know

Only three out of ten of us gon’ make it though

No President Trump shit, elegant thug shit

Yeah, left on parole, gettin’ heroin plugged in

Feelings ain’t ‘posed to linger, I left without regrets

Numb like anesthesia, feds want me subpoenaed

For niggas chasin’ goals that I targetted myself

Some of my best verses, I’m just talkin’ to myself

They won’t let me live for shit I already did

Everytime my opps need medics, the credit hits

I’m like a mirror, not your reflection, the better years

But if you break me, that’s bad luck for eleven years

Everytime one of us die, I shed a tear

Then look in the sky, I wonder if Heaven there

That was Benny at the height of the pressure and never scared

So the bond that I built with my niggas’ll never tear

Only a few in this room, yeah, that’s when you rare

Get a million-dollar deal, we used to get rid of squares, hmm

 

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]

Yeah, I’ma push it to the limit

Copped the same day and got the windows tinted

Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference

I’m in it like a taxi, your chick wanna bag me

Huh, push it to the limit

Copped the same day and got the windows tinted

Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference

I’m goin’ over the limit, we never pose for pictures, motherfucker

 

[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

Live from the block, we came to remind those who forgot me

I really bagged dope in Versace

Ducked indictments, then got rich, that really shocked me

Even the FBI surprised that they don’t got me

They tellin’ me I’m sayin’ too much, but that’s the thing, my shit real

And these rappers playin’ too much

Streets taught me, take it easy, never plan too much

Could only move a quarter, then a thousand grams too much

I’m speakin’ as a survivor

The load gettin’ heavy, I’m reachin’ back for my partners

Stuck in them ghettos, that make you feel like a hostage

The ones that speak on my pockets can’t imagine doin’ a quarter of what I accomplished

Around 2010, trap got raided by the sheriffs

Came home in 2012, tendin’ to my marriage

Violated back in ’13, broke and embarrassed

2014, I met a plug off of merit

Took my best shot everytime my connect stopped by

My driveway look like a highway rest stop, hmm

You ever been gettin’ money, then stopped

‘Cause the pressure of gettin’ knocked conflicted with Hip-Hop? Hmm

 

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]

Yeah, I’ma push it to the limit

Copped the same day and got the windows tinted

Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference

I’m in it like a taxi, your chick wanna bag me

Huh, push it to the limit

Copped the same day and got the windows tinted

Dropped two hundred so they really know the difference

I’m goin’ over the limit, we never pose for pictures, motherfucker

 

[Outro]

(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)

 

[Interlude]

Please leave a message after the tone

Ayo, B, this Caesar, yo

Yo, I’ma have your money, man

Why you gotta be sendin’ niggas down to the shop though, fam?

You embarassin’ me in front of the company, you know what I’m sayin’, fam?

I’ma have your lil’ fifty thousand, man, I apologize, man

A nigga goin’ through somethin’ right now

I make, I make sandwiches all day, nigga, come on, man

Don’t, don’t, don’t be too hard on a nigga, man, I mean

Oh by the way I make, I make the best tuna melt there is, nigga

You need to come down to the shop, you know what I’m sayin’?

Instead of sendin’ your goonies, they scarin’ the white people, man

You know what I’m sayin’?

You, you

 

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