[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda)
I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
I'm straight, though (I'm good)
This street shit made me what I am today
Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)
The butcher comin', nigga
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches, more 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah)
I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
Come easily? No good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash, admit it
And then they make tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (Fuck you doin'?)
They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
Annual income, so here's my manual and some
And this Eastside shit still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's talk)
Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually
Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
They askin' "What work y'all niggas put in?", I'm like, "What didn't we?"
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect (Who else?)
Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, nigga
Ah, let's go
[Interlude: J. Cole]
Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga
Yeah, Cole fuckin' World
Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda)
You know what it is, nigga, when I show up
I'm on ten, nigga, not nine
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin'
Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
Cold World, the heat'll blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really, no MC equal, feel me?
Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
On God, the best rapper alive
Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
They tell you he never lied, nigga
[Outro: J. Cole]
Yeah, Tana Talk
[Intro: Benny mesar]
Da, znaš?
Tana Razgovor 4, ovo sranje mi puno znači, znam što mislim?
Znaš da ovo sranje ne osjećam dobro kao što izgleda (Big Griselda)
Ja ih čuvam s tobom (crna sopranska obitelj)
Ja sam ravno, ipak (dobar sam)
Ova mi je sranje učinila što sam danas
Niggas znaju da sam tako teško otišao na ovo sranje
Zaslužujem ovo sranje, nigga (ah)
Mesar dolazi, nigga
[Stih 1: Benny mesar]
Ovo nije moja priča 'BOUT RAGS za bogatstvo, više' bout kako sam savladao fiziku (Uh-huh)
U igri sam nekada trenirao poput stjenovitih kokoši (yeah)
Bio sam dobar, ali bili su u pravu kad su mi rekli posao
Imao sam deset bendova u svom zalihu kad sam prošla više od pola milijuna
Doći lako? Nema dobrog, nemojte se iznenaditi da nadžim ove crnje
To je kao da su ugasili razbiti onda su otišli u bljeskalicu, priznaju
A onda oni prave tragove i ne smiju nam se kao što je to gon 'Dodaj se znamenki (jebi što radiš?)
Oni pokazuju lažne police u slikama kao što su Gon 'privlače kučke
To mi je bilo mene, nigga, ne moram djelovati u sukobu (NAH)
Samo razlika je u životu
Tko je znao da nakon droge Deal ', još uvijek bih bio povremeni trošenje mil' plus?
Godišnji prihod, pa je ovdje moj priručnik i neki
I ovaj Eastside sranje još uvijek u meni
Moja sposobnost da okrenem riječi na slike prolly razlog koji se naglo "sjećam me (govorimo o tome)
Slikaj me, hodaj ovu visinu s mačjom agilnošću
Ulice mi je toliko sranje toliko sranje, ja nikada ne mogu živjeti gravića
Nikada ne mogu ostaviti scenu bez vizualno
Dolaze s tom energijom jer neki sranje gon 'uvijek se drži sa mnom
Žele znati što sam doveo u Griseldu, kažem, "valjanost"
Oni ne postavljaju "" što rade y'all niggas? ", Ja sam kao:" Što nismo? "
Problemi s kojima ispravljam kroz prepreke
Nelogično za njih da osjećaju odgovorni za naš uspjeh
Osim Con 'i Zapada, reci mi tko moram poštovati (tko još?)
Jer sam nekako zbunjena, to je 'Bout vrijeme da sam dobio poštovanje
To je mesar, nigga
Ah, idemo
[Interludij: J. Cole]
Bout vrijeme da imam poštovanje, to je mesar, nigga
Yeah, cole jebeni svijet
Griselda sranje, znate što mislim (Griselda)
Znaš što je to, nigga, kad se pojavim
Ja sam deset, Nigga, ne devet
[Stih 2: J. Cole]
U noći sam rođen, kiša je bila ulična, Bog je plakao
Svjetlosna
Pravi ovdje, mladi dječak koji hoda s lavovima
Oko obrisa krede gdje leše leži
Naravno da pokušavam oživjeti sport koji je dyin '
Ali oružje i droge koje se oglašavaju
Je dobio ove glupe
Ali to samo znači da nisam ugodno kao y'all s Lyin '
Rasute istinu, znam da nikada ne stres u kabini
Osjećaju pritisak, ja se osjećam kao da sam napustio maser
Bez napora, kako sam sketin 'na ovim zapisima dokaz
Stavio sam tvoj omiljeni vrat repper u omču, nikad ih nemoj labav
Hladan svijet, toplina će eksplozije kroz vaš zvučnik
On je posljednji mohikans, bez slabova u mojim tenisicama
Nigga me želi na pjesmi, on gon 'vidi gnjev žetelac
Ja ću prolly 'ići u pakao ako Isus traži značajku
Ja sam viši od crnih i ne trebam torbu punu reefera
Neki vide staklo kao prazno, vidim staklo puno etera
Skupljao je kruh u misi kao i katolički propovjednik
Samo da biste brojili negga gotovinu, možda će vam trebati učitelj kalkula
Eureka, Einstein na rubu teorije relativnosti
Stvarno, ne mc jednak, osjetite me?
Cole olovkom biti smrtonosna, krevetić kao stari MTV emisija, uh
Na Bogu, najbolji reper živ
Headshot, sada idite i pitajte najbolje rapere koji su umrli
Kažu ti da nikad nije lagao, nigge
[OUTRO: J. Cole]
Da, Tana govori