GODS Don't Bleed (feat. Benny the Butcher & Jadakiss)

Hey I'm, I'm ready for whatever, ****

Butcher, yeah, okay

Yep, just like that

Uh huh, Griselda, ****

Yo, uh

Even the FBI said the squad was violent

They labelled us young, wild and homicidal

But hustlers treat my last shit like it's some kind of Bible

'Cause I drove with my last brick in a Honda Pilot

Missing fathers, he never got his guidance

Got in the game and never got to get his input when I decided

It's not surprising, **** not as nice as Griselda

And I'm as bright as my elders, off white at Coachella

How you on parole with a curfew and some beef?

Don't shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets

And depending what I'm paying, I could send 'em where you laying

Body snatcher jumping out the rental with it in his hand

Had to take a few trips just to kick it with my man

Like he could give us what I planned

I guess I'm filling up the van, uh

Bring it back in bales but distribute it in grams

Conversations in the cell where most criminals advance

Let's backtrack, had my first daughter with my first wife

Bought my first quarter, caught my first stripe

Set it by a ****, I served twice

He got picked up, then he bitched up

Like he was 'bout to serve life

I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that?

Straight facts, blood on the money when it got paid back

You know them hustlers who sling packs?

I'm tied with them same cats in case I gotta get my name back

All them nights I had to pray for this, they gon' pay for this

No mistaking it, got a safe with no more space in it

We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it

Take Belichick playbook and still won't be the Patriots

Y'all shocked? I'm out your league by a long shot

My team gave the city smoke like cigar shops, damn

They tryna get my man what Saddam got

Say my name and wake these **** up like alarm clocks

**** run away and they hide, saying New York's full

Didn't say his grace and he died, his first fork full

**** that ain't got no pride is unlawful

Things that he partakes in are done forceful

Dudes that get down like that get done awful

Pull his razor out on sight and come across you

Adrenaline rush make him do it with no remorse too

You would do it too, but you know how much it would cost you

I'm in the left lane tryna see how much that the Porsche do

Do a lot of thinking, so you can say that I'm thoughtful

We ain't got a corkscrew, fuck it, just push the cork through

Yeah, then pour everybody a glass

The objective at the end is for everybody to stash it

The grip be in the zone, need everybody to blast

And fall back so everybody can pass

Ask me and I'ma tell you that everybody is trash

I rolled them backs, I sold them packs

Started with the girl, we never shoulda showed him smack

Made it through the hate, they couldn't even hold him back

You told him everything else, you shoulda told him that

****, now they even saying you did it or they saw you

Ain't no more **** committed to the morals

They should get bullets, double digits in they orals

Stay the fuck out of these streets, they ain't for you

Hey yo, MAC with the serial scratched

Acme Studio bucket hat stuffed with cracks, 12-12 lumberjacks

My city drug infested, cherry Cayman S's, four in the baby stretchers

Supreme vest and leathers over baby hecklers

.40 issue nickel hit you close range twice (Boom)

Advisory ball crystals, press those off white

First over at the Albright, fiends knocking all night

**** like, "Who that right there", they seen the porch lights

Extendo hanging out the passenger caused a massacre

Stick with the dumb drum, black as Africa

Bullets raining, Stella umbrellas, now they jealous

Read the same book but didn't understand the message

Drop Beamers, Issey Miyake seats

The ops obsolete, Chanel mask in the robbery

The feds eye on me, I pour some rose gold

Drive bys, I let the dro, still copping Gabana boatloads

I'm so appalled the coke never came back

Musta gold yard, Mozart, my shooter need a nose job

Left his brains up on these New York, check the chalkboard

The Eiffel on the postcard, peace, God, peace, God