Goodfellas (feat. Conway The Machine & Benny the Butcher)

Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
You know what I'm saying?
Upstate NY guys, man
Had to stand in three feet of snow and figure things out, you know what I'm saying?
Huh

Hey
I had to work things back from the 213
No losses, I had a 22-month streak
When I took my first L, I didn't lose much sleep
Disappeared and came back like two front teeth
Now who wants to see the switch on my big weapon?
When I ask: Who wants beef? It's a tricky question
I squeeze, you're gonna bleed from your midsection
It's a big blessing if you survive these tools, homie
There's no word to describe these jewels
Hood guys but kids go to Ivy League schools
I hate a lazy woman who wears flashy shoes
You guys impregnate these women like Chinese food
I'm the guy she chooses but her mouth is too loose
Don't trust her, she's the type to sleep around in groups (yeah)
I'm a baller, money comes but got none to spend
And if a woman wants me, she has to go through challenges
Trust

They see the upgrade, now they're really jealous
Tell those weak guys: Jump if they feel brave
Rollie on my left wrist is really expensive
They're copying my moves, trying to get a deal off me
Well, those guys are not like me and that's not real street (not at all)
And that's not stopping my money, I'm still making money (I'm eating, bitch)
I can get you taken out in any city, I have real connections
But I'm not worried, that's fake, that's not real beef (ha ha)
Your rapper jewelry looks really cheap (uh huh)
Get robbed on 8th street, we know you're really soft
Time is crucial, I hustle to get extra
Now they see me driving in the Tesla (boom)
And that's from two shows, I'm quite the hustler
Nope, the way I rhyme puts a lot of pressure
I take off my chains, put my gun on the dresser
Say a prayer that someone doesn't try me, I'll shoot them

You really need to know the difference between fakes and real ones (real ones)
And those who handle beef first like a meal prepper
My beats are harder, my car is new, my deal is better
And my bank statements are long like a jail letter
Back in 2014, I had low prices, facts
Me and Jay Rock taking bricks out like Kraft cheese slices
You guys claim you're cashing out? Doesn't seem like it (I don't see it)
We don't believe, it's fake, we approve of rappers I greenlighted (nigga)
We see these long runs as blessings
I'm in a kitchen that's busy
Mixing oil and water like vinaigrette dressing
Kids in my city want to know the truth
How did I go from sitting on the stoop to luxury meals from a golden goose?
The truth is, I planned this moment
Planted the seeds, started growing roots and ended up with a convertible roof (that's how I did it)
Watching Sopranos, Joe Pesci, but I look better (huh)
Tre Spesh, Jimmy Conway, this is a scene from Goodfellas
Butch