[LYRICS] Benny The Butcher – Johnny P’s Caddy

[LYRICS] Benny The Butcher – Johnny P’s Caddy

Read the full lyrics to Benny The Butcher’s ‘Johnny P’s Caddy,’ which features J.Cole and was produced by The Alchemist. The first song from Benny The Butcher’s forthcoming album Tana Talk 4 is “Johnny P’s Caddy.”

Intro: Benny the Butcher
Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
You know this shit don’t feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
I’ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
I’m straight, though (I’m good)
This street shit made me what I am today
Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
The butcher coming, nigga

Verse 1: Benny the Butcher
This ain’t my story ’bout rags to riches, more ’bout how I mastered physics (Uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catching chickens (Yeah)
I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
Come easily? No good, don’t be surprised I outlast these niggas
It’s like they put out a smash thеn they gone in a flash, admit it
And then thеy make tracks and diss us like that’s gon’ add up the digits (Fuck you doin’?)
They showing fake racks in pictures like that’s gon’ attract the bitches
That was really me, nigga, I ain’t have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I’m living, and I would’ve whacked one of ’em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealing I’d still be casual spending mil’ plus?
Annual income, so here’s my manual and some
And this Eastside shit still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon’ remember me (Let’s talk)
Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline’s agility
The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checking my mirrors visually
Come with that energy ’cause some shit gon’ always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, “Validity”
They asking “What work y’all niggas put in?”, I’m like, “What didn’t we?”
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con’ and West, tell me who else I gotta respect (Who else?)
‘Cause I’m kinda perplexed, it’s ’bout time that I got my respect
It’s the Butcher, nigga
Ah, let’s go

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Interlude: J. Cole
‘Bout time that I got my respect, it’s the Butcher, nigga
Yeah, Cole fucking World
Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda)
You know what it is, nigga, when I show up
I’m on ten, nigga, not nine

Verse 2: J. Cole
On the night I was born, the rain was pouring, God was crying
Lightning struck, power outage, sparks was flying
The real one’s here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lying
Of course I’m trying to revive a sport that’s dying
But the guns and the drug bars that y’all relying
Got these nerds thinking that you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain’t as comfortable as y’all with lying
Stretching the truth, know I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I’m skating on these records is proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never letting them loose
Cole World, the heat’ll blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
Nigga want me on a song, he gon’ see the wrath of the reaper
I’m prolly gon’ go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
I’m higher than niggas and don’t need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
Collecting his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really, no MC equal, feel me?
Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
On God, the best rapper alive
Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
They tell you he never lied, nigga

Outro: J. Cole
Yeah, Tana Talk

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