Benny The Butcher Cold November Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, what's stoppin me, besides I come from poverty
And never seen a man love my mother properly
I grew up quick, I guess these streets did a lot to me
I was servin the babysitters who was watchin me
I'll be thinkin 'bout that shit when my cigar smokin
Every time I catch a run, I feel the walls close in
That's why you supposed to save up what you made
You never know you might wake up to raid, I done seen it all
I done bought niggas jewels and gave niggas dope
I took niggas on trips and gave niggas hope
I put verses on they songs and gave niggas quotes
When it's time to return them favors, same niggas boast
I guess it ain't no love without hatred
And you can't have trust without patience
What you know about the snitch bein the plug on y'all cases
18, and the judge you got racist?
My life real, ask my day ones I been connected with work
3 smokers in a house, they all gettin checks on the first
I stretched it, I compressed it, then I measured the work
I chef'd it, gave 'em credit then collected the worth
My momma proud so she smile, I'm a reflection of her
Stack money, stay low, been my objective since birth
You can't take a nigga blueprint and expect it to work
When that man drew up that plan and perfected it first I was runnin in the streets, hustlin for weeks
They tellin us to vote like the government for me
There's a war goin on against us and the police
If we lose we get the max or covered with a sheet
I can tell if you real by the company you keep
How your handshake feel and by how comfortable you speak
I'll be humble when I'm broke, I'll be humble when I flee
Niggas talkin good cause they don't plan on runnin into me

[Verse 2]
Remember me? I wore hand-me-downs in middle school
I had holes in my clothes and my tennis shoes
Other kids laughed at me, I was ridiculed
My momma wonder why I was in a bitter mood
Chip on my little shoulder, I had shit to prove
It's critical, niggas in your circle keep it real as you
Fast forward that to now, I'm a different cool
I guess we had different views cause we was makin different moves
This for my niggas still prayin over prison food
That's hypocritical, we smart crooks, religious fools
We men in bloom, so get in tune
Can't fit my shoes--I'm a God
Probably could use my brain to bend a spoon
Remember me, I'm the silencer on the TEC
I'm your confidence when jewels polished up on ya neck
I'm Kiss spittin his verse from "Money, Power & Respect"
I'm Allen Iverson arguin with the ref