Morray – Never Fail (ft. Benny The Butcher) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Watch the music video for Morray’s Benny The Butcher-featured “Never Fail” track co-produced by Akachi, Sonickaboom & Smatt Sertified. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Morray Never Fail

It’s believed that Benny The Bucher has been easing into his new home at Def Jam just fine. Snoop Dogg revealed the new partnership during a recent visit to The Joe Rogan Podcast and it didn’t take but a moment for the Buffalo icon to share the news over on Instagram. Benny uploaded a photo of himself signing off on the paperwork and included a

“A Buffalo n***a the new face of The Legendary Def Jam signed my major deal finally this for DJ Shay,” he said. “Huge Buffalo we did it again… this street sh*t back on top.” On the heels of the news of Benny’s next chapter comes a single from rising hitmaker Morray, and he called on the Griselda icon to help him round out the track.

Morray has been on a meteoric rise and has quickly commanded respect in Hip Hop, so fans are excited to see this record come together.

Morray – Never Fail (ft. Benny The Butcher) (prod. Akachi, Sonickaboom & Smatt Sertified)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Morray]
Yeah, yeah
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus: Morray]
I had some niggas, that said I wouldn’t make it
My nigga, they said I would fall off
Fuck a bitch nigga and his opinion
Safe sex but I’m raw, dawg
I’ma just count up the millions, it’s touchin’ the ceiling
I love how it fall, dawg
You get one shot to make an impression
Or you blow it like a sawed-off
Don’t you blow it like a sawed-off
I’ma blow up like it’s takeoff
Can’t nobody fuckin’ stop me, I’m the one, gonna win the race, dawg
If you ever take a shot, better hit, I ain’t one for the chase, dawg
Treat a nigga like a scab, do a nigga bad, get a pussy scraped off

[Verse 1: Morray]
Bottom feeder, now your bitch at the top, havin’ bottom meetings
Don’t you ask where she at, I’m about to meet her
I get money to fuck, I don’t gotta eat her
I was bummy as fuck, now it’s Prada season
Hide the fact that I’m nervous, don’t gotta see it
You ain’t got a pussy, I ain’t gotta eat it
Don’t you ask me for shit, I don’t got it, beat it, know I’m lyin’
I just hit the gas, I never pace it with you niggas
Hit up Benny, it’s a butcher, wear an apron on you niggas
Turn ’em Ashton, hold the Kutcher, I ain’t playin’ with you niggas
It won’t be no fuckin’ prank if I pull up with the killers
Comin’ up two is no option
I get respect ’cause they know that I’m poppin’
These niggas tough for the camera, they vloggin’
Aim with the Ruger, I’m solvin’ they problems
Diamonds so bright they be up where the stars be
Change up the swag, you can’t say that I copy
Deal with the pressure, I’m better no probably
Green light, bitch, you never can stop me
Batman, they can never come rob me
Dead body, have ’em laid where the flies be
Headshot, turn his ass to a zombie
Thumb sucker, send his ass to his mommy
Nothin’ but killers and gangsters around me
Pool full of blood, I will have your ass drownin’
He goin’ back to wherever you found him
Me and my niggas gon’ fuckin’ surround ’em

[Chorus: Morray & Benny The Butcher]
I had some niggas, that said I wouldn’t make it
My nigga, they said I would fall off
Fuck a bitch nigga and his opinion
Safe sex but I’m raw, dawg
I’ma just count up the millions, it’s touchin’ the ceiling
I love how it fall, dawg
You get one shot to make an impression
Or you blow it like a sawed-off
Don’t you blow it like a sawed-off
I’ma blow up like it’s takeoff (Yeah)
Can’t nobody fuckin’ stop me (The Butcher comin’, nigga), I’m the one, gonna win the race, dawg
If you ever take a shot (Grrr), better hit, I ain’t one for the chase, dawg
Treat a nigga like a scab, do a nigga bad, get a pussy scraped off

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]
Street money, I’m in love with that
Bricks still come bubble wrapped
Movin’ money through accounts, I send a hunnid stacks through a double tap
Runnin’ laps round these other cats, I’m a street nigga, that’s another fact
Had some homies, had to cut ’em back
But I heard bein’ famous come with that (For real)
Twenty bands, that’s another bracelet, I’m just startin’ to have fun with rap
Ten bands to get her stomach snatched, now it look better when she fuck me back (Hahaha)
Dressed just like a dope boy, cash like an NFL running back
Hop out and I’ll do your shit, when I pull up in it, what the fuck is that?
Talk money, then we listenin’, yup
All the trap niggas listen to us
Ride around with the Blick’ in the trunk
I’m too famous to pick up the truck
Missed Fashion Week this month (I did)
I was in the hood, I can’t front though
I was in the trenches flyer than the niggas that was sittin’ in the front row
Niggas hatin’ on this money, huh?
I ain’t never had this much smoke
I ain’t never had this many opps
‘Cause I ain’t never had this much dope
Y’all buyin’ hoes shit y’all ain’t got
Those hoes I could fuck broke (Nigga)
Still a Eastside cutthroat
In every hood I get the utmost, ah

[Chorus: Morray]
I had some niggas, that said I wouldn’t make it
My nigga, they said I would fall off
Fuck a bitch nigga and his opinion
Safe sex but I’m raw, dawg
I’ma just count up the millions, it’s touchin’ the ceiling
I love how it fall, dawg
You get one shot to make an impression
Or you blow it like a sawed-off
Don’t you blow it like a sawed-off
I’ma blow up like it’s takeoff
Can’t nobody fuckin’ stop me, I’m the one, gonna win the race, dawg
If you ever take a shot, better hit, I ain’t one for the chase, dawg
Treat a nigga like a scab, do a nigga bad, get a pussy scraped off