Warehouse 4 Lyrics – Benny the Butcher | Ashes In The Safe

Read the full Warehouse 4 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 Big Shirley and Castellammarese War, two other songs by Benny The Butcher.

[Verse 1: OT The Real]
Life’s a b!tch but we all love her
The law hovers quick to bang on ’em like the wrong number
Everything on the menu, we got it all covered
Old heads send you fingers through the mail like Mitch’s lil’ brothers
Fu*k the talking let’s just kill each other
Another year, another pair of Butters
Fans love us like grandmothers
Hands cut up from slicing grams, fu*ked up
Feds in the tinted van, run up, hands up
I guess I found better ways
I stopped watching Cops cause they don’t show ones who get away
I know legends who lost it and I know crackheads with Apple Pay
All I know is is I’m going out on 12 like a half a day
Youngings just stack and pray, winnings a stack away
I seen plugs get caught up with packs still had to pay
No need to exaggerate, we trap at a rapid rate
Mask up, bag it safe, ’cause that s*it evaporates (Watch your body)

[Verse 2: Rick Hyde]
Yeah, look
The lick testing out a new batch
Said that he don’t feel nothing
Damn near took him two blacks
Now we call him Phil Drummond
Hit it with the fentanyl, I hope that I don’t kill something
Making sure the numbers good while watching Good Will Hunting
The streets was beneficial, it tapped in my potential
I never thought my calling would be over instrumentals
Now I get a check for it, aiming at your neck for it
Life be really checkers ’cause you sacrificed a chessboard
They started yelling greatness and I started taking steps towards it
I feel like Tim Duncan when they asking who the best forward
You never had to blend in with the creatine to stretch more
Now I’m selling grizzies out the crib, this a pet store
I put my hands together and I pray for the better
Real n!ggas only, ain’t s*it changed but the weather

When life gives you lemons, add some s*it to make it better
Then sell it to whoever, I’m tryna get this cheddar
Motherfu*ker, uh

[Verse 3: Fuego Base]
I hear y’all disses, they better ignore it
But if the homies take another chain from n!ggas they better record
I’m fighting demons, the Devil be bored
And shedding tears in the house that I thought I could never afford
They hear Base and say, “That’s the feel”
I really had white boy OT and homie, that’s the real
Every phone call abandoned near
I take a lil’ off the top like Tyson did Evander ear
These hoes sell pace and sell tw*t
I got a paranoid neek that keep peaking through the mail slot
I got flaws but I’m deserving still
On mama, when I learned to cut dope I was a virgin still
Had packs before I had snacks
‘Caine in my belly button, it was bundles near my ass crack
By the grace of God, I’m past drügs
I chose rap then I bubble like a fart do in the bathtub
Base

[Verse 4: Benny the Butcher]
If you bring the streets home with you the punishment is punitive
Caring for my daughters while I’m running as a fugitive
Love this and love that but what’s love got to do with it?
‘Cause Judas loving Jesus ain’t stop him from going through with it
Was loyal to a fault, I would’ve jumped off the roof for n!ggas
Heard your favorite rapper only gangsta in the music business
Got my first half-ounce of crack, even school was different
I came back off summer vacation as a youth offender
Saw beauty in the strangest things, how is that usual?
‘Cause street n!ggas only get flowers at funerals
Eyes closed, mind racing, my thoughts just accelerate
Today my brother birthday and it’s hard for me to celebrate
Probably ’cause my head ain’t straight
Cut off your arm using broke scissors, that’s how it feel to lose a close sibling, ah
You know my specialty was dope dealing, ah
I cut the weight in half like Ozempic
It’s Butchy