Johnny P's Caddy Lyrics - Benny The Butcher and J. Cole is a famous English song. Song of Johnny P's Caddy lyrics started by the line in English pronunciation is Tana Talk 4 this shit mean a lot to me know what I mean. This song released on the YouTube in the date of 28 January, 2022. Song of Johnny P's Caddy lyrics sung by Benny The Butcher and J. Cole. This song written also by Benny The Butcher and J. Cole. Johnny P's Caddy song distributor by EMPIRE. This song got near by 03 million visitor in YouTube after released.

Johnny P's Caddy song music composition by The Alchemist. This song got a music label which name is Griselda. Johnny P's Caddy song sung in the language in English. So, let's know the song of Johnny P's Caddy lyrics and also play the music video in below.

Johnny P's Caddy Song Information
Song NameJohnny P's Caddy
SingerBenny The Butcher and J. Cole
SongwriterBenny The Butcher and J. Cole
Released DateJanuary 28, 2022
MusicThe Alchemist

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Johnny P's Caddy Lyrics - Benny The Butcher and J. Cole

Yeah you know
Tana Talk 4 this shit mean a lot to me know what I mean
You know this shit don't feel as good as it look Big Griselda
I'ma keep it real with you Black Soprano Family

I'm straight though I'm good
This street shit made me what I am today
Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
I deserve this shit nigga
The butcher coming nigga

This ain't my story bout rags to riches
More bout how I mastered physics
In the game I used to train like Rocky catching chickens
I was nice but they was right when they told me that rap a business

I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
Come easily no good don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash admit it
And then they made tracks and diss us like that's gone add up the digits Fuck you doing

They showing fake racks in pictures like that's gone attract the bitches
That was really me nigga I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah)
Only difference is I'm living and I would've whacked one of em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealing I'd still be casual spending mil' plus

Annual income so here's my manual and some
And this Eastside shit still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery prolly
The reason they gone remember me (Let's talk)
Figure me walk this tightrope with a feline's agility

The streets did so much shit to me I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checking my mirrors visually
Come with that energy cause some shit gone always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda I say "Validity"

They asking what work y'all niggas put in I'm like What didn't we
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West tell me who else I gotta respect Who else?

Cause I'm kinda perplexed
It's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher nigga
Ah let's go

Bout time that I got my respect it's the Butcher nigga
Yeah Cole fuckin World
Griselda shit you know what I mean Griselda
You know what it is nigga when I show up
I'm on ten nigga not nine

On the night I was born the rain was pouring God was crying
Lightning struck power outage sparks was flying
The real one's here the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lying

Of course I'm trying to revive a sport that's dying
But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relying
Got these nerds thinking that you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lying

Stretching the truth no I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless how I'm skating on these records was proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose never letting them loose

Cold World the heater blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans no weaklings last in my sneakers
Nigga want me on a song he gone see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gone go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature

I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty I see a glass full of ether
Collecting his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a nigga cash you might need a calculus teacher

Eureka Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really no MC equal feel me
Cole pen be lethal crib like an old MTV show uh
On God the best rapper alive

Headshot now go and ask the best rappers that died
They tell you he never lied nigga
Yeah Tana Talk