Mailman (feat. Benny The Butcher & Jakob John)

Ah, Man you know what we on I ain't even gotta explain myself no more to these niggas AH Big BSF, Huh I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though Uh, they gon say the money changed me But I'ma say the haters did it I watched them suckers bend the rules But what I do, forgave them niggas Makin movies I played the villain Shake n' move and makin millions Money callin, my line beeping I had to tell em to wait a minute, Uh Phillipe steak from table scraps I don't like we're making raps Enough dough saved up that I can pay the label back Overseas tourin I'm staying at a Paris Hilton Then a few weeks later a niggas ran into Paris Hilton I made cocaine aroma smoke We never got diplomas though The President that making drugs legal That's who I'm voting for You know BSF the stamp nigga These killers uncontrollable The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables S-class, the new one to model Pillows in the back and the rug so soft Can't wear yo shoes when we riding I'm used to beef, all they do is some hollows Keep playing We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles It's Butch nigga He got a problem Well let's get to the bottom I'm pulling up, 5 goons in a Tahoe I'm finna do him up awful And plus this popper on me partner If I let a shot go, Uh Hollows enter you The exit wound gon be big as potholes As a adolescent I was in your cribo Like Bruh Man, from the 5th floor I wiggled in through the window I'm loaded and locked in Might topple your top ten Product of my environment You see what the block did, Uh Made a habit to have it for all the addicts Don't got cheese, I'll take the change But he gon wait till I count it Niggas rapping like bosses But was never involved If rap detectives asking questions He confessing it all Mr. A1 Beanz The seasoned vet My competition John Cena I ain't seen them yet It's twenty P's up in the trunk And we ain't smoking no reefer If money the root of evil I'm mean as a school teacher nigga Late night baggin up, I got a sale It's probably short I'm weighing up without a scale I'm on the block Like I'm droppin off mail They got the homie I just hope that he don't tell Late night baggin up, I got a sale It's probably short I'm weighing up without a scale I'm on the block Like I'm droppin off mail They got the homie I just hope that he don't - uh, look