All 70

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]

Yeah, uh

If this don’t wake the streets up, I don’t know what will

It’s Benny

Griselda

Uh, this my life, nigga, I’m still front line

I’m still front line, nigga

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

Yo, I put the truth on every page I jotted

I slang narcotics from the steps of my crib, my mom complained about it

I weighed my options, persuaded by the chains and watches

Only if you saved your profit, you obtain them objects

Shoeboxes to bank deposits, and I’m thankful, honest

Uh, ‘cause I’m to my city, probably what Dre to Compton

We started off gram coppers, now we land shoppers

Rubber bands popping in my Balmain pants pocket

First I opened up a trap, then I franchised it

Taking chances with the niggas I played with in sandboxes (My day ones)

My flow street, smart, and toxic

Life of a vet, Griselda, write us a check, we'll get your brand profit

They gon' label us the greatest regardless

We been through worse conditions so that made us the hardest, uh

These niggas aiming like that made us a target

Bag full of straps, that’s like two hundred pages of charges, uh

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Westside Gunn]

I'm riding with my fourth felony (my fourth felony)

I know niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly (talk pleasantly)

It's 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG (yeah)

And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70 (all 70)

(Uh, brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot)

(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70

(Brr) It's 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG (Brr, boom boom boom boom)

Catching all 70 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Look, still spit it the hardest, ain't nothing changed

I drink a cup of pain while I fluff the 'caine

You a sucker and a lame, we ain't the ****ing same

A rapper mention my name, I'ma bust his brain

Yeah, every nigga from my block a savage

Rob and popping ratchets, dropping caskets, we are not your average

I got shot in my top but it ain't stop the passion

I just got up and got shit popping, I kept dropping classics

Eight hundred for my Versace glasses

Teaching my youngins how to break up the bricks, call it karate classes

Drop the top on the Aston out in Calabasas

Bitch ass so fat, she hopped out and it stopped the traffic

Huh, I was just at NOBU eating lobster with Jasmine

Racks and pocket diamonds in the watch was flashing

Talking crazy, nigga, I know how to stop the madness

I'ma just have El Camino pop his cabbage

They ain't give me shit when they was wrapping blocks in plastic

Now they hurting and I’m up, they had to watch it happen

Get out of pocket, nigga, watch what happens

Choppers blasting, shots not stopping 'til your top get splashing

Griselda, we 'bout to lock this shit

It's funny how niggas hating on my accomplishments but ain’t accomplished shit

See, I’m a real nigga and you the opposite

The whole summer, my young boys chopping shit

Griselda, nigga

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Westside Gunn]

I’m riding with my fourth felony

I know niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly

It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG

And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70

(Uh, brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot)

(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70

(Brr) It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG (Brr, boom boom boom boom)

Catching all 70 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

[Outro: Benny the Butcher]

It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG

And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70

Woo

It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG

Nigga, catching all 70