Benny The Butcher & Rick Hyde – Alone Ft. G Herbo

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Actually this amazing music is popped out of their forthcoming album which the titled ‘PLATES 2″.


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[Intro: Benny the Butcher]

You can see my shit lightin’ up through the booth window

Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?

Ah, straight like that

Yeah, uh


[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

I got a lot ’cause I’m loyal, for that

And makin’ work lock from the oil

Black Soprano, signed then get a chain, Glock and a lawyer

Notorious, when you talk and runnin’ traps and enjoyin’ it

Shit, I graduated valedictorian

They want me buried and broke

But since fourteen, I been married to dope

What we deserve, heaven and hell? Apparently both

My hustle way more advanced

The double AR dance

Had a brick of Ye with a stamp

To lunch with Ye on a ranch

Got a thing for spottin’ hustlers and catchin’ ’em hungry

He did a dub but still remembеr the texture of monеy

I sold dope, been set up, got arrested with money

Paid legal fees and made bail with the rest of the money

I did a lot for my team, I ain’t takin’ no cred’

But how you say you love a nigga and they breakin’ no bread?

We ran strips, now we break record labels instead

Stay clam, now first million gon’ play with your head, [?]

[Verse 2: Rick Hyde]

Look, I was at my life with this shit

It was so much sacrificin’ and shit that I ain’t use no one [?] rights in this shit

I spearheaded my own movement, I control my own music

Mama always taught me no expression when you goin’ through it

When she told me it was cancer, I ain’t know that she was goin’ through it

It was too late, her soul was too great

Guess God needed an angel and I needed an angle

I wish that I could talk you up, I signed then I chalk it up

The boogie had me dancin’ with the devil and I felt it

I always got this feelin’ from the money when I dealt it

If we talkin’ smoke, I want it all like I’m selfish

Don’t know if I’ma fry or I’ma grill it like it’s shellfish

Had the stakeouts with Orlando in a lobster on Atlantic

You won’t get this opportunity like runnin’ out of chances

My third or fourth tour, I’m rakin’ up more

Why you worried ’bout mine? You should be worried ’bout yours, motherfucker, uh


[Verse 3: G Herbo]

I was stuck in it for real (For real)

.40 by my rib, I’m out there bustin’ off them pills (I ain’t lyin’)

Try and tell my lil’ bro, “Chill” ’cause he gon’ kill somethin’

Just lost one of my niggas, tryna grieve but I can’t feel nothin’

We right back in that field for him (Fuck it)

Back on action like we missin’ it (Know that)

My auntie’s told my mama, try to stop me, I wasn’t listenin’ (What?)

Opp mama’s on that concrete, he keep bleedin’, now she kissin’ him (Uh)

Couldn’t catch us with them Glocks so they just locked us for solicitin’

But (Shh) ’cause they listenin’ (They listen)

Triple Cuban link, I’m glistenin’ (Uh)

Better not reach ’cause that’s too risky

Might give hell to your decision, nigga

It’s a given shit that’s seldom if I’m heldin’ that position

Plus, I held it with precision (Sights)

Don’t get shot from our suspicion (Tonight)

I’m just tryna get some millions, that was not in my intentions

I’m still fresh up out the trenches

[?] up in my dick is— (Bah)

And this rap shit helped duck a jail sentence, DJ L a witness

Can’t be sittin’ up in no cell, silly, I got bail with me

Can’t afford to take no Ls, silly, I got Ls with me (Ls)

Ridin’ foreign, ain’t no Ls with me, they on my steel with me

Where I’m from, you gon’ get little pitty, that shit real gritty

I got niggas gon’ do work for me, from them real cities

Count up money when I’m lazy, my girl chill with me

Yeah, my bitch she know I’m crazy but she still with me (Still)

More I saw, the less it phased me

But what else could you expect if I’m an Essex baby?

Smokin’ weed ’cause I be goin’ post-traumatic crazy

No, this trap house ain’t my mama but she gotta raise me

And his granny wasn’t Christian but she tried to save him

No, he ain’t give her no diploma, she just got a daisy

Damn, that’s crazy



You was in jail when—

You was in jail when I was at home

You was in jail when I was at home

You was in jail when I was at home

You was in jail when I was at home

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You was in jail when I was at home

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