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Griselda & BSF Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #090

LA Leakers, Conway the Machine, Rick Hyde, Benny the Butcher

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[Intro: Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, & ]
Ayo it’s Benny the Butcher
Conway the motherfucking Machine And it’s big Griselda, big BSF in this motherfucker
Ay you know we fuck with the LA Leakers, man, my nigga DJ Sourmilk, Justin Credible, but guess what, we took over the studio Rick Hyde, smoke these niggas
Griselda takeover, nigga, Griselda takeover, yeah
[Verse 1: Rick Hyde]
These applauds got me awestruck, I’m the wave, niggas washed up
All these goofy niggas aw shucks
Yo' bitch staring ‘cause she star-struck
She know I do it venti like Starbucks, it feel better when it’s all us
This new money 9 AM, it got us all up
Comme des Garçons PLAY t-shirt, the Fear of God Chucks
Boy I’m wavy as Venice Beach wit' a small gust
My favorite gun is the .38 ‘cause it’s all trust
My feet planted like rhubarb, I move you like U-Haul
I’m nice in front of mics, Joe Dumars
I’m two miles, two laps, two blocks, two cars
Ahead of any place on the list you think you are
It’s a nuance, you just a cheaper version, that’s a coupon
Remember I was getting slept on like a futon
But now a nigga only getting hotter like it's Tucson
The diamonds on my neck cool me down like it’s lukewarm
Look at me, I am the captain now
Without no cap or gown, this new SIG saw ya' homie and back him down
The handle ivory so I call that bitch the mastodon
My mentality nine-seven, I’m Cappadonn'
Heard they praying on my downfall
Instead of battle me, niggas'd rather shadow me, they groundhogs
I skip past niggas, ground ball
I ain’t playing like I’m John Wall, they ain’t hear me like the sound off
[Interlude 1: Benny the Butcher & Conway The Machine]
I got you though, I got you
That boy in his fucking zone
Yo, ay look[Verse 2: Benny]
I just put a stash house around the palisades
Clothesline the brick like I’m Diamond Dallas Page
I was fronting a nigga work and I was half his age
I ran around with nappy braids selling dog food, crack and 'caine
Now it’s matching chains, I’ll tell you how to stack your change
And triple, spend a little, never mix it with the cash you saved
I don’t like these niggas, I forget these rappers’ names
Guess bein' real don’t matter to 'em, since you can’t get that appraised
Got up from a hangover, and I got back to business
This between me and you, I done shot cats for listening
I bought lashes, fake asses, I bought contacts for bitches
I need high stacks and contacts with contract extensions
Better cool that, I turn this to a new set
You fuck niggas ain’t give me no advice, I could use yet
Who set the table, with eight-balls, like a pool set
Was stressing True, yes, now it’s VS’s on my crew neck
The strap mine, the homie just riding and tote it for me
Yeah, and he down to line you over this money
The plug need me to get rid of it, you know it’s ugly
That got my price cheap as the nigga who sold it to me
They diamonds don’t hit like this, they whips not fast enough
Bring that bitch around again, and I’ma end up tagging her
30-something for a joint, them numbers not adding up
You take it to the table and make triple when you bag it up
The Butcher, nigga
[Interlude 2: Conway The Machine]
Yeah, look[Verse 3: Conway The Machine]
I don’t know a nigga that hate rap niggas more than me
‘Cause the niggas dissing is niggas that’s broke and 43
Type of niggas catch a case, don’t got the lawyer fee
Type to smile up in your face, ain’t got no loyalty
Remember niggas wouldn’t lend me no help
So I did it on my own, nigga I built it myself
I ain’t gotta pay the shooters, I could spill you myself
Fendi the belt, matte black Bentley is stealth, wooh
Them bodies drop, they had no sympathy felt
My heart been empty ever since I had my injuries dealt
I got shot, I got hit in my helmet
But when water get too deep, you either drown or start swimming like Phelps, nigga
You smell the lobster tail and shrimp when I belch
I ain’t fuck with too many niggas, they ain’t real as myself
And I got this acquisition of wealth
Put so much fire on the streets it make the sole on your Timberlands melt, nigga
I’m a nigga you shouldn’t dare to try
I’m from Main Street where you cross Dope, the scary side
I stare in his eyes, I see fear inside
Diamond tennis necklace, 40 point is the canary size
Not bad for the guy who face paralyzed
From getting shot in his neck and the back of his head and nearly die
But as far as catalogs, you niggas can’t compare to mines
Pour the Henny on my bullet wounds, that’s how I sterilize
Watch me terrorize, I don’t follow rules
And I don’t respect the opinions of niggas with hollow jewels
Hollows in the tools, that’s how I gotta move
I got caught without it before, but shit, I’m not a fool
Bulk of gelato in my condo, I got two supermodels nude
I’ma fuck 'em both, I ain’t gotta choose
After this project, I’m dropping one more I gotta prove
You see a Freshmen cover, me? I just see a lot of food
I see you niggas tryna take the formula and make it cornier, I’m on to ya'
Don’t make me call shorty up, he grip his .40 up
Shooting ya' corner up, send you for a ride wit' the coroner
Cake piling, spent my last two days counting
Invested in the real estate and made safe houses
Same block where I had a K wilding
I made thousands, I could stand on my bricks and make yay mountains
Open my garage doors and pull a Wraith out it
Puerto Rican bitches love me like I’m J Balvin
Versace drawers, nah bitch these ain’t Calvins
Militant mind, I’m the modern day Malcolm
I’m the nigga that they doubted
I got great in my own lane, all these niggas now they lane crowding
And I ain’t even drop a album
But the flow polished like a nigga on his eighth album, hah
On Dope Street, I used to move a O a day
You can’t take these chains, boy, my jewels don’t go away
You can’t name a crew that flow today
That’s fucking with me, just think, Everybody Is F.O.O.D. was a throwaway
Everything I touch, this shit is classic
I call the plug in the traffic, and get a traffic
Already sold half it, before I ripped the plastic
Neck looking like I just went triple platinum
Quick with the action, your favorite rapper, I will slap him
And have his head spinning backwards, then spin a Backwoods
I’m shooting like Dame Lillard, I’m hitting baskets
I’m in the booth spitting gases, get your matches, nigga
And you suckers knowing what’s up
You get a shitbag when I’m dumping low with the pump
Who the hardest in the streets, motherfucker, you know it’s us
I ain’t bring New York back, I put Buffalo in the front
Motherfucker
Machine, bitch
[Outro: Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, & ]
Big fucking Grisela, Big BSF, ha, goddamn
You know what’s up, nigga, LA Leakers
Justin Credible
Sour Milk, what up, nigga?
Man we west coasting right now, manThat shit was crazy

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