Rev X Lyrics – Benny the Butcher | Ashes In The Safe

Read the full Rev X 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 The Fighting Irish and Warehouse 4, two other songs by Benny The Butcher.

[Verse 1: Fuego Base]
Stalking me is how your days is spent
But your b!tch on Section 8 and won’t work ’cause they gon’ raise the rent
There’s new dishes on my pallet, I’m loving Italian
You never caught a charley horse while you fu*king a stallion
Carrying on tradition, that’s what the jury for
Mine said I remind her of her brother, he robbed jewellery stores
I’m exalted from my pencil game
I’m a legend, you a troll, if I respond, that’ll give you fame
I smiled more when I was into ‘caine
The rap part easy, I could do without the mental strain
N!ggas act like I was handed this
I just took them L’s in silence like salmon fish
Drugging in my house, you wasn’t in the same boat
Went to school with second-hand ‘caine smoke in my raincoats
Somebody say a prayer while I slang coke
‘Cause Granny gone, I know she loved me but the game don’t

[Interlude]
I don’t give a fu*k what you think, b!tch
Your thoughts, your thoughts, your thoughts ain’t my thoughts
B!tch, I’m flowing straight from the survival scroll
Cut that b!tch out

[Verse 2: Sule]
I only take advice from hustlers so practice what you preach
Wore some hand-me-downs to class with no cabbage for new sneaks
Now all my opps is clicking up ’cause they jealousy’s fuelled deep
My success brought all these n!ggas together like Juneteenth
Invest in real estate to cook and make them big pies flip
That’s my importer house, we cut it like a rib-eye dish
Your new s*it was medium-well, then you ain’t been hot since
We put it all at stake, feast up on that NY strip
Left the dealership with whips for the nights I got slept on
Massages with heated seats keep the back of my legs warm
Drop chips for the red and black like a game of Connect 4
Every move you make is an L like the knight on the chess board

What’s up with that price margin, it’s hot so I might chalk it
Don’t make me stain this n!gga like juice on a white carpet
Dumping till there ain’t a nina left, the bigger BSF
Every verse is like a key of death, we’ll leave your Kia stretched
S*it, I’m a boss now, can get you off now
All them grams are half baked, this s*it would put a horse down
Protect your quarterback so you can win the ball on turf
Keep that consistency, ’cause if you lose, the fall-off hurt

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
When the feds tried to break the crew, the boss knew it first
Put that money up, maybe a chain or two, but them calls going first
Everything wholesale, you know them zips of raw going first
But fu*k it, wouldn’t be the first time we took a loss on work
N!gga, this new money, this rap s*it like Jew money
I need on-the-court, off-the-court, Michael Jordan shoe money
‘Cause in the booth, out the booth, either way, I produce money
No up-and-down fluke money, n!gga, this ten year run proof money
Real Soprano s*it, me and Sule locked
And me and bae’s got a competition going
To see who dope can make they face lock
They crazy numbers, need a straitjacket for that straight drop
Might walk in your trap and say, “May I?”, just to say, “I still got it”
BSF, I’m Fred Hampton in that Continental
Every gangster need a good team to compliment you
Ash it from the balcony, the thirty-ninth floor
I’m rich enough to know who down for me and that money fight wars
It’s BSF, n!gga