Intent to Sell

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, the motherload was expensive, we flew it in privately
The drugs make it through, it's gon' boost the economy
It's insurance on this work if you a proven commodity
Every time you re-up, you're renewin' your policy
The Black James Bond, a new Sean Connery
But the difference is I'm rich off shootings and robberies
Still buy stolen property from a lot of fiends
My crib got a room that look like the Dollar Tree
At least twelve million in cash when we re'ing up
Five hunnid bricks split up between three of us
Cookin' cocaine so long, I start seein' stuff
Thank God I'm off parole and ain't gotta pee and flush
Only a boss could be in Trust
And if you ain't coppin' and keyin' up, you're not seein' us
Mexican dope, Korean cut
The dog food I keep always cheap like I'm breedin' mutts
Trust

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]
Ah, the Butcher coming, nigga (Butch)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
I'm grateful, them corners taught us everything in life
I know about back blocks to my legal rights (All that)
Track marks from mosquito bites (All that)
Dinner with the plug, chicken, beans, and rice, I seen them twice
And made cheese from white, I never touched a scene like Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ)
One up top, that's how I sleep at night (That's how I sleep)
I fed the town while a detective just crept around like a cheatin' wife
It got a different meanin' to it when I catch the mail
Y'all losers, I'm good, I only like zeros on checks and scales (Ah)
You know heavy is the head (Ah) duckin' setups from the feds (Uh)
Buried in a mattress, it's only skeletons and bread (That's all)
They tappin' phones and payin' rats off, tryna catch up, I'm ahead
Tap my lawyer on the leg, seconds, the evidence was read
Old feelings I caught from dope dealin', birds exchanged for Benji's
Might have returned from the game, but really
My nerves still the same, it's Zimmy (It's shakes)
I see a good block
I might catch them urges the same, you dig me (The same)
My relationship with the plug is the same as the first day he hit me, ah

[Outro: 38 Spesh]
'Cause we know we nice
We know niggas can't fuck with us, man
That's how we always knew
We just ain't really had the opportunity to show niggas
But if we was on record with your favorite rappers
They wouldn't even be your favorite rappers no more
Like, if we had a chance to be on record with your favorite rappers
You know, we would smoke them
Back then, and, from, from back then, you know what I'm sayin', to now