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Benny The Butcher Did I (prod. Black Metaphor & Fuse Of 808 Mafia)
The Griselda boys haven’t missed once in the last year. With the influx of projects dropped throughout the year, concluding with WWCD, Griselda made a statement asserting that the art of rapping is far from dead. As we approach the spring season, Benny The Butcher is back with a brand new single titled, “Did I.” Tapping 808 Mafia and Black Metaphor for the soulful production on the track, Benny The Butcher humanizes those who’ve had to resort to drug dealing as a means of survival. As he reflects on growing up as a young hustler to finally being able to make it out the streets through rapping. “There’s hustlers I got it in with, who been solid since infants,” he raps on the track. “I’m Griselda’s Pacino, you know I been stamped/ The VIP full of Ace bottles and implants.” Less aggressive than many of his previous songs, Benny The Butcher bears his soul on this one.
Benny The Butcher – Did I (prod. Black Metaphor & Fuse of 808 Mafia)
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Lyrics
[Intro]
808 my crew
I’m dropping’ this shit tomorrow, too
Yeah, ah
Fuck I owe y’all niggas, man?
Nothin’, I don’t owe niggas shit
I ain’t do shit to y’all niggas
Niggas actin’ like I did something wrong, you heard?
Ah, got my hands dirty like you, nigga
I ain’t take this from you
But y’all wanna point the finger at us
Let’s go
[Verse 1]
I bought my daughters flights to Cali just to keep ’em out the cold
You sell dope to feed your family, they gon’ treat you like you stole
I took voluntary trips, I was proud of every brick (I was)
For my niggas fightin’ them cases, droppin’ commissary slips
Remember? I hustled reckless, hundred bundles in a simple stash (A simple stash)
‘Cause I ain’t distribute bags to live middle class (I’m hungry)
I took a chance, had a plug on my hands
And maybe, if you was dealt that circumstance then you would too (Uh huh)
Never heard so many lies from so many rappers (Y’all niggas lyin’)
I’m talkin’ dope, I’m really baggin’ on Jimmy Fallon
Drop, and still light the streets up if nothing sell
She go down to top me off and put creases in her Chanels (Ah)
[Interlude]
Fuck niggas talking about?
It’s gotta be us, nigga
They gon’ tell you about me, ain’t they?
All mines came out the mud, nigga
Ask niggas about me
I be around rich niggas, ain’t askin’ for nothing
Real shit, though
I just ordered four more BSF pieces
That’s real shit
We all gon’ eat, nigga, huh
All my niggas come to the table with me
Niggas see you run through half a million dollars, they gon’ think you stole something
Real shit though
I ain’t nothing like y’all
[Verse 2]
Who hustle passionate as mines, all mumble rappers aside?
My last shit made rappers humble as apple pie
Facts, before rap, had a trap with a staff of five (Nigga)
I sense trouble whenever they hugs don’t match the vibe
For hustlers I got it in with, who been solid since infants
All this tattooed art on my body, I’m like a Rembrandt (A Rembrandt)
I’m Griselda’s Pacino, you know I been stamped (Know I been stamped)
The VIP full of Ace bottles and implants
Great competitors flourish from better endurance (It’s a marathon)
You know my block had a flow like Progressive Insurance
The devil knock, you rather explore it, it’s best to ignore it (Leave that alone)
I didn’t, then it was us against the Federal Bureau (Ah)
[Outro]
Fuck I do to y’all?
Did I breathe, did I?
Did I sleep, did I eat
Did I cheat, did I?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I hit the peak, did I?
Did I feel, did I steal?
No, I didn’t do anything but love
