Like It Is Lyrics – Benny the Butcher | Ashes In The Safe

Read the full Like It Is lyrics by Benny the Butcher, Fuego Base and Black Soprano Family from the album Ashes In The Safe along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Benny The Butcher’s music, you can also explore Rev X and The Fighting Irish, two other songs by Benny The Butcher.

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
See-through clip on the chopper, s*it clear like it’s vodka
So I can count how many shells is left after I pop ya
If I can’t live like a king, then I’ma bid like a mobster
By the time the feds come to get ya, they already got ya
Cut the brick, check the work out, I’m a gram analyser
I smell alcohol, acetone and hand sanitiser
I ain’t never have to leave the kitchen, my man met the buyer
I whip the fork so fast till my hands catch on fire
Look, I stayed in vans, every time my phone vibrate, it’s bands
Can’t sell a brick but y’all would be rich if them parlays was paying
They say the young n!ggas got it but I ain’t a fan
The best rappers old enough to take a prostate exam
Tell it like it is, I’ve lived a felon life for years
Shock it with another nine of raw or sell it like it is
And I’ve been hearing all them lies you repeat
How you supplying to the streets
If y’all ain’t buying two a piece, you n!ggas lying through your teeth

[Verse 2: Fuego Base]
I threw my phone out, I was hearing noise
Lift your shirt up before we build, that backdooring got me paranoid
The plug just told me that he got grenades
They thought I was special ed and now I got it made
I’d be a fool to have a regular gun
These little n!ggas got switches and ambulances take forever to come
A real n!gga keep one up top
Thick rim, Claressa Shields, I’ll clap you if you run up boxing
That ain’t fur, dawg, that animal’s fake
That fad s*it dying out and that new thing is animal trait
If she with you then she settle for less
If I ain’t rap, I’ll sell raw like them n!ggas that be wrestling with West
I ain’t dead or locked, I beat the system
Watch changing colours in the face like Serena Williams
Movie rolls, the new tape’s coming
I swear the s*it that they spraying on the weed
Got these fruitcakes bugging

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Fuego Base]
You cut the fent down twice, you never sell it like it is
Free my n!gga Duffle Bag, he tell it like it is
Ain’t no bricks in my truck but it’s smelling like it is
The truth spoke in every line I wrote, I tell it like it is
Tell papi, “Don’t touch it”, better melt it like it is
I ain’t unwrapping nothing, you can scale it like it is
Shooters who cross behind, know they trailing in that Benz
Lost friends, they live through me, so I’ma tell it how it is
You cut the fent down twice, you never sell it like it is
Free my n!gga Duffle Bag, he tell it like it is
Ain’t no bricks in my truck but it’s smelling like it is
The truth spoke in every line I wrote, I tell it like it is
Tell papi, “Don’t touch it”, better melt it like it is
I ain’t unwrapping nothing, you can scale it like it is
Shooters who cross behind, know they trailing in that Benz
Lost friends, they live through me, so I’ma tell it like it is