Benny The Butcher – Trade It All

Benny The Butcher drops out another great hit for his die hard fans and this song is titled “Trade It All”.

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


Listen up below!.


Trade it all Benny lyrics




[Verse 1]

I’m a product of the block I lived and the Pacs, Nases and BIGs

For raw, took my dough across the George Washington Bridge

I was poor, for more shock, had the law watchin’ us live

Off of pure rock, nigga, I put a Fort Knox in my crib

I was the one they overlooked, now a nigga overbooked

Got them haters disappointed like when the soda overcooked

More money, more problems, jealous niggas throwin’ looks

That’s why every hundred bands I make, my clip grow a foot

Sold my story to the world, so everything I afford

Came from me losin’ my brother, and all the pain I absorbed

I’m down soldiers, all the members of the gang I done lost

On this road to success and, yes, it came at a cost

So don’t confuse what you hear, I put these jewels in my ear

‘Cause I wore the same pair of kicks to school for a year, nigga

I’d trade it all to get my niggas back, how real is that?

‘Cause fuck it, we gon’ grind together just to get it back



Ayo, life crazy but

Shit gotta happen so other shit can happen

Real talk


[Verse 2]

For the niggas in my position, take care of your daughters

No matter what they choose to do, they aware what you taught ’em

My kids took my advice ’cause I’m fair as a father

My next deal, I need a office and shares of the market

Two thousand dollar kicks, that shit I wear on your carpet

You ever fuck two best friends that share an apartment?

If you pop out with that MAC is you airin’ or talkin’?

‘Cause whoever don’t shoot first gon’ be carryin’ coffins

They put a mural of my face on the block I sold work on

Never took the first off, got me shoppin’ in Bergdorf

Came home from school, City showed me a tool

His brother kept under the bed, right in the room

Few years later, I married the game, I jumped the broom

I walked away with wounds, it wasn’t what I assumed

These niggas don’t stick to code, these hoes don’t stick to rules

I live that life, but y’all only gangster on iTunes



I’d trade it all, give the cash back, the jewels and the cars

If it make you feel I’m different from y’all, come get the paintings off the wall

My girl Benz, plus the one in the garage

‘Cause to me that material shit small when they comin’ out at my dogs

Before we learned to run, we had to crawl

My day ones right here standin’ tall, so you can have it all

If it mean I get my brother back tomorrow

Shit, ’cause all I got left is the scars, I still would trade it all