[Benny The Butcher:]
Uh huh
And y'all wonder why niggas ain't like me
Huh, keep wondering
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

My bitch doin' her
I was somewhere stressin' on that bunk
My shoulders bare hurt the worst
And it was only for 8 months damn
Put that on my seeds, caught cases you wouldn't believe
Went to war with the DA in tailored suits, no fatigues
My daughter gettin' older, I spent half her life in prison
I spent the other half bagging white off the dishes
We strike hard, got life scars in this life yard
Pretending the plug sayin'
When it gets cold, buy your wife more Chinchillas
That's right, I saw you in the shadows
We was spade poppin' (You was looking nigga)
You was in a group of rappers with the fake watches
This the flow that got my side of the state poppin
The trap small but it jump like Isaiah Thomas
I'm getting letters from the legends in the federal pen
Doing 11, down 7 and just getting settled in
Uh huh yeah I'm hood now and I was ghetto then
It's been a while since they wanna see a felon win
I used to ride with 120 grams of food on me
Now I'm in Versace, and got 20 bands of blues on me
You gotta look out for your brothers, you better cherish homies
Cause for bein' real ain't no metal ceremonies
I'm cool with this, shit I was comfortable with raw
Trays you pick up when your family dysfunctional as ours
Got a bitch that run the streets, and got one that know the law
I had your bitch all in love with a thug, quoting songs
That's right, cocoa on the sink
Cocoa on the plates
Now you got Benji's in your pocket, poker on your face
I'll put you on your feet, but just know your place
Cause we got cocoa on the sink, and cocoa on the plates (let's go)

Ah! Cocoa on the sink, dope on the plates
(You know I'm talking to the hustlers man)