Bang lyrics

[Intro: Courtney Bell]
Brrreh
Body

[Verse 1: Courtney Bell]
I ain't your average rapper
n*gga this sh*t more than passion
This that 9-11, planes crashing, world trade collapsing
Nah, this that holy water
I’m fresh up out that well
Know that cup runneth over
Do say in the holy grail
n*gga this that Big L
That Pac, Nas, Rakim flow in the flesh
Got that Matrix, dodging bullets
I just copped a fully collarbone of bullies
c*ck him back and pull it bang
Killing every rapper
I just built a casket big enough to have him all in
Bodies falling, blood on my palms
I'm involved with a lot of unsolved murders
We evolve when our involvement teaches the beauty in struggle
You ain't one of us, then it’s f*ck you
So I suggest you keep your distance
Mind your business, cross that line
You better have them steppers with you
Cause my doctor took a real lead
No victim, I can't save you
I just pray you play it safe
Cause too many n*ggas died trying to defeat the God
Unfortunate
Never felt pressure till they back beneath the wall
This orphanage called hip-hop need restoring
Pedal to the metal floor
If it's up, then it's up
We blowing, bang
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Benny the Butcher]
I pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that's matching it (Bang)
I made a mill in my sleep, and I kept the sh*t all in my mattress (Bang)
I'm why they do all the yapping
I'm at what's always happening
I make it all look immaculate
Bang, b*tch, bang
Nickel, Courtney, Benny, b*tches, Bentley’s
Bang, bang, bang
n*ggas don’t really want to tempt me
Bang, bang, bang (Brrr)
I pull a rock and the flyers sh*t right in the car that's matching it (Ooh)
I make it all look immaculate
Yo, yo (Bang)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher & Royce Da 5'9"]
I’m still grinding n*gga, nothing changed
Big investments, I was giving lessons in the kitchen
Sweatin' like a runnin' slave
Signed a BSF, n*gga, come get paid
I'm in Neiman Marcus every other day
Got them off-whites every colorway
Cause I know it hurt to see me stunned
And I gotta make these motherf*ckers pay
In courtrooms for them scats
Now I’m in boardrooms with execs
What you'd expect from a street n*gga
Who was taught the boss moves like success
Crawl through and flex, 40 for the watch
Air for the Cuban, boy, you a mess
n*gga, when my phone ring, it's a bag
You know when my fork move, it's a check
They want the glory, I want the legacy after it (Yup)
I show them it's real and words can heal
My sh*t like a medicine cabinet (Yup)
You never was matching it
Your favorite rapper gonna be irrelevant after this (f*ck that n*gga)
Just to be rappers, we way too clever
I might run for president after this
I feel like Ye, Jay and Pac
And somebody bought up and packaged it
A little bit lying, 'cause when it's popping
My n*ggas walk up and whack the sh*t
I wake up early and think about my life
And can't believe all of this happening (Can you believe this sh*t?)
It's ups and a game, downs and pains
But I make it all look immaculate
I make it all look immaculate (Bang)
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Benny the Butcher]
I pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that's matching it (Bang)
I made a mill in my sleep, and I kept the sh*t all in my mattress (Bang)
I'm why they do all the yapping
I'm at what's always happening
I make it all look immaculate
Bang, b*tch, bang
Nickel, Courtney, Benny, b*tches, Bentley's
Bang, bang, bang
n*ggas don't really want to tempt me
Bang, bang, bang (Brrr)
I pull a rock and the flyers sh*t right in the car that's matching it (Ooh)
I make it all look immaculate
Bang