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38 Spesh, Harry Fraud – BAND OF BROTHERS (ft. Benny The Butcher & Ransom) (Audio, Lyrics)

38 Spesh, Harry Fraud collaborates on “BAND OF BROTHERS,” a song featuring Benny The Butcher & Ransom. The piece of music was produced by Harry Fraud. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

38 Spesh, Harry Fraud Band Of Brothers

38 Spesh, Harry Fraud Band Of Brothers

38 Spesh has been going hard over these past few years and there are no signs of slowing down. The Rochester-based rapper unleashed a flurry of music over the past few years, from collaborative projects alongside Elcamino to solo efforts such as Interstate 38 and September’s 7 Shots.

The rapper is on pace to unveil a new body of work in the coming weeks. After linking up with Stove God Cooks on “Speshal,” Spesh came through with a monstrous collaboration with Benny The Butcher and Ransom on “Band Of Brothers.” The Harry Fraud-produced joint finds all three rappers delivering sharp bar work detailing their rise from the streets to cementing their status in hip-hop. “I ain’t waitin’ ’til the label signs me/ I had illegal empires that probably generate the same as Ghazi’s,” Spesh raps. Fraud’s soulful production ties together each rapper’s style perfectly, further proving that he’s one of the most versatile producers in the game.

38 Spesh, Harry Fraud – BAND OF BROTHERS (ft. Benny The Butcher & Ransom) (prod. Harry Fraud)

9 November 2022
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2022 T.C.F. Music Group/ SRFSCHL, LLC

Lyrics

[Intro: Robbie Coltrane]
You’re a wizard, Harry

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh & Benny the Butcher]
Ayo, I got a pistol and it’s stayin’ by me
I got a lot of issues, so my death is anticipated highly
That was me facilitatin’ robberies
I’m like a hardware store, I take a key and start makin’ copies
Kill me, it’s gon’ take a posse
You thinkin’ wisely and I refuse to let you dudes patronize me
I charge a hundred for an eighth of broccoli
You heard about me, I got enough greenhouses to play Monopoly
Court cases, sellin’ yay’ in lobbies
Few bitches I fucked, had ugly faces with amazin’ bodies
I’m frustrated when a hater by me
I took my bank statements and made a diary
That’s great advisory, huh, I ain’t waitin’ ’til the label sign me
I had illegal empires that probably generate the same as Ghazi’s
I remember playin’ on them side-streets
Then I built the brand with my brothers, like the Wayans and the Isleys (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
I know you probably heard I gave him crumbs
Then I made a run and rap gave it back and donated funds (True)
Provided jobs for my neighbors’ sons
Built foundations to save the slums while talkin’ ’bout cocaine and guns (Same time)
My ex told me we don’t date because I’m too self-centered
I spent more time countin’ than makin’ love
A contractor, I could make a plug
Like contactin’ with a load and a number sweeter than Mable syrup
That first million dollars gave me courage (Made me strong)
I’m FaceTimin’ bosses, talkin’ in the camera like I’m Cady Curb (Ah)
Can’t hear you, my new Mercedes purrin’ (Skrrt)
Ain’t a day that I ain’t earn or a favor a nigga ain’t return
I’m booked in cities, put work in them same towns
Stepped on it, I came down with footwork, like I’m James Brown
And don’t mistake the shit that they say for the same style (This ain’t that)
These street politics for civilians, I break down, uh (Break it down)
I straddled lines and crackin’ rhymes
But this old-school lack of mines look like I just travelled back in time
I shed it, wait, my crew half the size (Half the size)
Nigga, I built a band with my brothers, like the Jackson 5 (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Ransom]
Thoughts imagine us, then your plan’s absurd (Yeah)
Could get you whacked before the search
You’ll be tortured before the lamb is served
I handle birds like Mike on the roof, I’m likely to shoot
You understand my nerves
You would if you knew the depth of what Amber heard (Woo)
Judge slammin’ gavels, the verdict’s guilty, watch reign emerge (Uh-huh)
Blood stain apparel, the furs is filthy, I damage furs (Doo-doo)
I ain’t got no plan to splurge
Time to hit the blocky, I’ma slam the curb
You ain’t built it to stand the purge
Get you killed for some grams of herb (Ah)
Dirt cheap (Yes), first night home from prison’s the worst sleep (Facts)
Violated the first week (Yeah), I was raised on these curb streets
An orphan to ’em (Shit)
If you don’t bump into the devil three times a day, then you walkin’ with him (Let’s go)
I’m a wicked lawyer, beat all them charges (How?)
I’m off regardless, got some bodies that’s decomposin’ in North garages
These cross-hands is how I cross my target (Blatt)
Live off the harvest with my band of brothers, like we was all DeBarges

[Outro: Ransom, Benny the Butcher & 38 Spesh]
Duffel
The Butch
Trust

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