A1 Beanz, Benny The Butcher, Jakob John - Mailman Lyrics

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

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