97 Hov Chords by Benny The Butcher

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Yeah, the butcher coming, nigga. _ _ _ _
_ _ I walk in the room, niggas can feel that pressure when I walk in, nigga. _
_ Like you saw the devil.
Yo, look, I was born in 84, but I'm like 97 whole.
I went platinum off a brick, I cooked on 97 stoves.
Yeah, I know the streets is watching, so I'm highly skeptical.
Where I'm at in my career, one hit and I'll be set to go.
Duct tape for the blocks, black tape for the strap.
Bentley in the parking lot, ashtray full of pack.
Had dreams of retiring and burying the money.
Back when I was young, with more experience than money.
Look, all my Georgetown shit rock the blue hoya.
When they snatch my niggas up, I got a new lawyer.
They start off young, so they shoot for you.
I groom them soon, they become they own bosses and recruit for you.
It's not such thing as too loyal.
This gap melts your favorite rapper, protect him to a pool for you.
You think you nice, well I got news for you.
I get on true for you.
It's funny when every rapper move to you.
My bitch asking me to settle down.
I was reckless, I sell it round.
She know I'm finally on level ground.
I'm trying to change, but in my head it sounds.
Telling me I could be El Chapo instead of Kevin Lowes.
Freestyle for blue, I feel like 97 whole.
It was 96, he pulled up in that 97 Roll.
Drove it back and forth and went through 97's hole.
Real stories about drug money got me etched to stone.
By the time they learned to love me, I'd be dead and gone.
Real hustlers treat the rentals like the second home.
First double up, $30, seven stones.
Yeah, I fucked it up, but that whole place had to tone.
_ _ You know why I'm mad?
Let me tell you why I'm mad.
I'm mad because everybody on these records lying.
Everybody lying, everybody's just big, big [Cm] boy.
Everybody's a hard [Bm]-core gangster.
Everybody gonna do this to each other when they see each other.
And the truth [A] be told, we too blessed
and [Bm] we having too much money in this rap game
to be going to [F] war with each other.
And the truth be told,
don't nobody [Cm] want to fight nobody in this rap game.
Because 98% of these dudes is cops.
Check one, two.
[F] The butcher coming, nigga.
_ _ Let's go.
We pull up jumping out them Vito engines.
Vito kitted, females with us.
The whole is driving like it ain't got no seat belts in it.
Uh-huh. Woo.
Woo.
Yeah.
That's it right there.
Yeah.
Uh, we pull up jumping out them V12 engines.
Vito kitted, females with us.
The whole is driving like it ain't got no seat belts in it.
The block look like it got seashells in it.
The beam on it's sick,
flashing like it got an unread email in it.
They tried their best to stop us.
We still winning.
I run the shit and my Versace chain reactions
to my feet swelling up.
Gold digger, deep pussy.
[F#] I pop a CL in it.
Never pay for pussy, just pay for meals
just to be [F] fair with her.
I hit the brakes, but wait, the light about to change.
Realize that what I'm driving
and how my light about to change.
When I die, go to TV Johnny and ice out the grave.
I make these bitches sign contracts
and write out they name shit.
I learn from how I need a trick.
Mike got his chain.
My ex shared.
I still ain't get the lights out of name.
The fans want the whole BSF wiped [F#] out the game
because what the brands cost,
I've been getting twice out of name.
My [F] watch look like a lighthouse.
That's right.
I'll explain.
Blue faces and I ain't have them bring the price down to pay.
I had some young niggas slide through
with pipes around your way.
Have them posted up with sticks
like it's a strike around your way.
You can only judge me by who you see me with.
I turned the deuce to a six.
They who did me tricks.
Tell these niggas keep my name [F#] out their greedy licks.
Because they don't want no static with Chris Delta.
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