Johnny P’s Caddy Lyrics by Benny The Butcher & J. Cole is latest English song with music also given by The Alchemist. Johnny P’s Caddy song lyrics are written by J. Cole & Benny The Butcher.
Johnny P’s Caddy Song Detail
| Song Name: | Johnny P’s Caddy |
| Singer: | Benny The Butcher, J. Cole |
| Composer: | The Alchemist |
| Lyrics by: | J. Cole, Benny The Butcher |
Johnny P’s Caddy Lyrics
Yeah, you know?
Tana talk 4, this s**t mean a lot to me, know what I mean?
You know this s**t 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 s**t made me what I am today
Ni**as know I went so hard for this s**t
I deserve this s**t, ni**a (ah)
The butcher comin’, ni**a
This ain’t my story ’bout rags to riches, more ’bout how I mastered physics (uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like rocky, catchin’ chickens (yeah)
I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash when I pa*sed over half a million
Come easily? No good, don’t be surprised I outlast these ni**as
It’s like they put out a smash thеn they gone in a flash, admit it
And then thеy make tracks and diss us like that’s gon’ add up the digits (f**k you doin’?)
They showin’ fake racks in pictures like that’s gon’ attract the bi**hes
That was really me, ni**a, I ain’t have to act in conflicted (nah)
Only difference is I’m livin’, and I would’ve whacked one of ’em ni**as
Who knew that after drug dealin’ I’d still be casual spending mil’ plus?
Annual income, so here’s my manual and some
And this eastside s**t still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon’ remember me (let’s talk)
Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline’s agility
The streets did so much s**t to me, I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checkin’ my mirrors visually
Come with that energy ’cause some s**t gon’ always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to griselda, I say, “Validity”
They askin’ “What work y’all ni**as 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, ni**a
Ah, let’s go
’bout time that I got my respect, it’s the butcher, ni**a
Yeah, cole f**kin’ world
Griselda s**t, you know what I mean (griselda)
You know what it is, ni**a, when I show up
I’m on ten, ni**a, not nine
On the night I was born, the rain was pourin’, god was cryin’
Lightnin’ struck, power outage, sparks was flyin’
The real one’s here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin’
Of course I’m tryin’ to revive a sport that’s dyin’
But the guns and the drug bars that y’all relyin’
Got these nerds thinkin’ that you ni**as hard as I am
But that just mean I ain’t as comfortable as y’all with lyin’
Stretchin’ the truth, know I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the ma*seuse
Effortless, how I’m skatin’ on these records is proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin’ them loose
Cole world, the heat’ll blast through your speaker
He the last of mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
Ni**a want me on a song, he gon’ see the wrath of the reaper
I’m prolly gon’ go to hell if jesus ask for a feature
I’m higher than ni**as and don’t need a bag full of reefer
Some see the gla*s as empty, I see a gla*s full of ether
Collectin’ his bread in ma*s like he a catholic preacher
Just to count a ni**a 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, ni**a
Yeah, tana talk