Y'all ain't shit ft. Benny The Butcher Lyrics

Edub, My discography is full of many Slappers

Don't miscategorize me, I'm an Emcee, not a trapper

I spit that lyrical, spiritual shit, I'm Not a rapper

People collectively follow me en Mass, I'm a pastor

Leading y'all to the promised land, I'm not an actor

They say money can't change you, Man that is not tough

If money does not change you, then You ain't Making enough

Pay close attention, to feelings from The gut

Throwing rocks in a glass house is a Good way to get cut

I ain't Floyd, I won't follow you, to Get you jumped

You'll sabotage yaself, cuz you can't Fake the funk

Teamed up wit Benny, and now we On the hunt

So don't act like you don't know, Fucking cunt

You too small to rub shoulders with, Fucking runt

I don't gotta go all in, half way, like a Bunt

I'm done with these clowns son, pass The blunt

What, what's that, huh, Y'all ain't Shit

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all Ain't shit,

Talking all that, and you a nobody

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all Ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit

You a has been, and got friends Hardly

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit

You the person noone speaks to, at Parties

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all Ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit

Uh, they gon say the money changed Me,

But I'm gonna say the haters did it,

I watched them suckers bend the Rules,

But what I do, forgave them niggas,

Making movies I played the villain,

Shake and move and making Millions,

Money calling, my line beeping,

I had to tell 'em to wait a minute, Uh,

Phillipe steak from table scraps,

I don't like we're making raps,

Enough dough saved up dat,

I can pay the label back,

Overseas tourin I'm staying at a Paris Hilton,

Then a few weeks later a nigga ran Into Paris Hilton,

I made cocaine aroma smoke,

We never got diplomas though,

The President that making drugs Legal,

That's who I'm voting for,

You know BSF the stamp nigga,

These killers uncontrollable,

The hip hop police want my mug shot for These quotables,

S class, the new one to model,

Pillows in the back and the rug so Soft,

Can't wear yo shoes when we riding,

I'm used to beef, all they do is some Hollows,

Keep playing,

We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles,

It's Butch nigga

What, what's that, huh, Y'all ain't Shit

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all Ain't shit,

Talking all that, and you a nobody

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all Ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit

You a has been, and got friends Hardly

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit

You the person noone speaks to, at Parties

Y'all ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit, Y'all Ain't shit, Y'all ain't shit