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Rick Hyde, Benny The Butcher, G Herbo - Alone (Official Visualizer)

“Alone” Rick Hyde, Benny The Butcher, G Herbo (Official Visualizer) “Alone” Rick Hyde, Benny The Butcher, G Herbo OUT NOW! Smart Link: RickHydeAlone.lnk.to/fLLKQk Follow Rick Hyde Facebook:   / whoisrickhyde   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/prettyricky... Twitter: https://twitter.com/rickhydebeatz?lan... Follow Benny The Butcher Facebook:   / getbenny   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/getbenny/?h... Twitter:   / bennybsf   Follow G Herbo YouTube:    / @gherbo   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nolimitherb... Twitter:   / gherbo   ALONE LYRICS You can see my shit lightin up Through the booth window Straight like that, yo, uh I gotta lie cuz I’m loyal & make him work lock from the oil Black soprano sign and get a chain, glock and a lawyer Notorious when you talk running traps and enjoying it Shit I graduated valedictorian They want me buried and broke But since 14 I’ve been married to dope What we deserve heaven or hell, apparently both My hustle way more advanced, the double yay yeah I danced A brick of yay with a stamp to London, with ye’ on the ranch Got a thing for spotting hustlers, catching them hungry He did a dub but still remember the texture of money I’ve sold dope, been set up got arrested with money Pay legal fees and make bail, with the rest of the money I did a lot for my team, I ain’t takin no cred But how you say you love a nigga, and ain’t break no bread We ran strips now we break record labels instead Stay calm that first million gon’ play with yo head I bet my life with this shit, there was so much sacrificing and shit That I ain’t used no invites in this shit I spearheaded my own movement, I control my own music Mama always taught me no expression when you going through it When she told me it was cancer I didn’t know she was going through it It was too late Her soul was too great Guess God needed an angel, & I needed an angle I wish that I could talk you up outside then I chalk it up The boogie had me dancing with the devil and I felt it I always got this feeling from the money when I dealt it If we talking smoke I want it all like I’m selfish Don’t know if imma fry or imma grill it like its shellfish Had the steakhouse with Orlando the lobster on Atlantic You won’t get this opportunity like running out of chances My third of forth tour, I’m raking up more Why you worried about mine you should be worried about yours mother fucker, uh I was thuggin it forreal 40 by my rib, I’m out there bussin off them pills Tryna tell my lil bro chill cuz he gon’ kill something Just lost one of my niggas, tried to grieve but I can’t feel nothing We right back in that (inaudible) Back on action like we missing My aunties told my mama tried to stop me I wasn’t listening (inaudible) mama’s on that concrete he keep bleeding now she’s kissing him Couldn’t catch us with those glocks, so they just locked us for soliciting But shhh cuz they listening Triple Cuban link I’m glistening Bet not reach cuz that’s too risky, might get hell for your decisions If I give a shit that’s seldom, I’m held in that position Plus I held it with precision, don’t get shot by my suspicion (tonight) I’m just tryna get some millions, death is not in my intentions I’m still fresh up out the trenches A five up in my dickies & this rap shit helped me duck a jail sentence DJ L a witness Can’t be sitting up in no cell silly I got bail with me Can’t afford to take no L’s silly I got L’s with me Riding foreign Ain’t no L’s with me, (inaudible) still with me Where I’m from you don’t get lil pitty, that shit real gritty I got nigga’s that’s gon’ do work for me, from them real cities Count up money when I’m lazy My girl chill with me Yea my bitch she know I’m crazy but she’s still with me The more I saw the less it saved me But what else can you expect if I’m an essex baby Smoking weed cuz I be going post traumatic, crazy Know this trap house ain’t no mama but she gotta raise me & his granny wasn’t Christian, but she tried to save him No he ain’t give her no diploma she just got a daisy, damn that’s crazy

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