Benny The Butcher – Johnny P’s Caddy (ft. J. Cole) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Benny The Butcher - Johnny P's Caddy (ft. J. Cole) (prod. The Alchemist)

Watch the music video for Benny The Butcher’s “Johnny P’s Caddy” song featuring J. Cole. The song was produced by The Alchemist. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Benny The Butcher Johnny P's Caddy
Benny The Butcher Johnny P’s Caddy

Two beasts have come together and it’s making for one of the biggest releases this New Music Friday. Benny The Butcher is coming out strong after inking his deal with Def Jam, and the Griselda icon has continued to impress on wax. On Friday (January 28), Benny resurfaced with a new single, “Johnny P’s Caddy,” and the track features an assist from Dreamville hitmaker J. Cole.

“Any rapper will tell you when you’re working with someone like Cole, it’s like a match of wits; you gotta go crazy, because you know he is,” Benny reportedly said in a statement. “Iron sharpens iron. You want it to be an environment where someone has the presence to push you. It’s dope!”

“Johnny P’s Caddy” will reportedly be featured on Tana Talk 4, Benny’s forthcoming anticipated effort. This latest single is said to be a nod to Benny’s father who owned a Cadillac when the rapper was young.

Benny The Butcher – Johnny P’s Caddy (ft. J. Cole) (prod. The Alchemist)

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Lyrics

[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 comin’, 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, catchin’ 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 then they gone in a flash, admit it
And then they made tracks and diss us like that’s gon’ add up the digits (Fuck you doin’?)
They showin’ 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 livin’, and I would’ve whacked one of ’em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealin’ 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 checkin’ 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 askin’ “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

[Interlude: J. Cole]
‘Bout time that I got my respect, it’s the Butcher, nigga
Yeah, Cole fuckin’ 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 pourin’, God was cryin’
Lightnin’ struck, power outage, sparks was flyin’
The real one’s here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin’
Of course I’m tryin’ to revive a sport that’s dyin’
But the guns and the drug bars that y’all relyin’
Got these nerds thinkin’ that you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain’t as comfortable as y’all with lyin’
Stretchin’ the truth, no, I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I’m skatin’ on these records was proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin’ them loose
Cold World, the heater 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
Collectin’ 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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