Skye Right (feat. SHARKS) - Benny the Butcher & Harry Fraud

First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh The way that things have been, oh ooh Second things second Don't you tell me what you think that I could be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh The master of my sea, oh, ooh I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heartache from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer (pain) Pain, you break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain, oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer Third things third Send a prayer to the ones up above All the hate that you've heard turned your spirit to a dove, oh ooh Your spirit to a dove, oh ooh I was choking in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer (pain) Pain, you break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain, oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive it came from Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer Last things last By the grace of the fire and the flames You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh ooh The blood in my veins, oh ooh But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited, 'til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer (pain) Pain, you break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain, oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Bring some warmth to the music (La Música de Harry Fraud) Everybody wanna be fast, see the cash Fuck around with the stash, get a heat rash Everything in jet life, the way we smash Double paying class, call phone in the S-class Fundamental balling like a chess pass Lay a drill, I'm a player for real I'll display my skills and give your bitches the chills Button on the wheels, letters in the grill Let her see the letters, she's wondering how I feel Look at your ass in the seat, you're mashing with me Parked up, sparked up, where the niggas came to be There can never be access for the weak Gang sour, overpower if you sweet My team is in the finals and we going for the sweet Tape CDs, vinyls, MP-3s Loaded USBs, crack vials in the streets I don't know Whoever you are, we need you to gain access to the warehouse We gon' move these from there and put them over here We'll build a building and tie that over there Tellin' you too much anyway Broken glass everywhere If it ain't about no money, dawg, I just don't care Smokin' on the sticky in the Chevy Bel Air Wind blowin' and I'm just admiring her hair She's a cold one, but I'm not sure if she's real We'll know when she starts bringin' some money up in here Tear it in, the ice thin She expects a free ride 'cause her ass is fat And her waist slim, baby girl I know a whole bunch of them And if they weren't born with it, then the surgeon put it in Fuck it, though, my Cuban link, yellow gold Diamond flooded kilo They fucked up when they gave us enough time to reload Now it's a whole bunch of overturned vehicles Sirens whinin' like cranky 3-0s I'm laid up watchin' Dirty Dancin' in the winter home "I'm a drug addict"

Yeah, this for all the plugs I met Uh-huh, and the trenches You can't forget the trenches too (La música de Harry Fraud) Yo You anything like me, them hand to hand sales made you (uh-huh) I'm one of them hustlers you gotta tell thank you (say thank you) Got advice from my dawg, I accept it 'cause it's love He said, "We did the work, you givin' too much credit to the plug" That was us on that corner, Montana and Genesee (aight) When niggas couldn't sell it theyself, they was hittin' me (hitters) I was one call away, I pull up with the drugs with me And you don't know the pressure of owin' the plug 50 Got a jail call, he told me, "Stay dangerous, take it easy" Was in the day room and couldn't believe he seen me on TV He spent money on his bitch every time he got work through (I remember that) Caught seven years, and she only visited the first two, damn Rappers in my genre wanna be me still (I know) I'm too far ahead, it's easy to feel like I'm cheatin' when I read these deals You talk and you live like this, it's gon' make them hate you This what fueled them to get off they ass, I made 'em greater You should thank me, nigga (Y'all niggas can't tell me what I should do, ah) Tell me thank you (just think) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (I gave y'all niggas something to watch, something to look forward to) You should thank me, nigga, you should thank me Somebody tell me thank you (got they homeboys in jail fucked up) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you Somebody tell me thank you You should thank me, you should thank me At the table, rackin' my brain like "How I'm back in the game?" (how this shit happen?) Went and did that lil' bid, now my hoes ain't actin' the same (damn) Stressin', I did them sentences without stackin' no change Gettin' high inside, knowin' my pride ain't matchin' my wage Let me take you back to that blue building, back in the day Where I trapped them two for 15s, plus that was my age From that lil' stage, two or three years, I mastered my ways (uh-huh) We'd be the Jacksons of yay if they gave out plaques for the game Let me take you back to that lil' pot, that lil' flame Brick to a sports agency (uh-huh), we respect grindin' I'm signin' offensive linemen and BMX riders You want a meeting with BSF, then be a check writer (ha-ha-ha) In therapy, learnin' to walk again, four of them in a 'Rari They shot me, I'm back cocky in the jewelry that I bought again (pussy) They want me to post when I slide, they say I'm gangster Trust me, it won't make Instagram, it's gon' make the papers Thank us (ah) Tell me thank you Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (tell me thank you, nigga) You should thank me, nigga (nah), you should thank me Somebody tell me thank you (fuck you gon' tell me, huh?) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (ah) Somebody tell me thank you

Beauty will destroy your mind Spare the gory details Give them gift wrap for the man with everything Though i lived a lonely life I was confused I'm butcher Feel nothing As it closes up my arms The position of the worms Up, up, through my heart Into my brain Im the big slack basic combination Cut out Chop, liver on the block My heart still pumping My heart still pumping He's a warrior, warrior He's a little bitch coming out of him He's a warrior, warrior He's a little bitch coming out of him Coming out of him

He can make a blind man see the Lord They call him Eddie the butcher You can die by pistol or knife or sword They call him Eddie the butcher King of his trade and all the chaos that he made Visions displayed a thousand cuts from his blade Surgical precision carried out with a mission Security provision, never indecision He can make a blind man see the Lord They call him Eddie the butcher You can die by pistol or knife or sword They call him Eddie the butcher Likely sides with a big long knife Demon arise in a crimson sky King of the flies, leave no one alive No compassion, agonize He can make a blind man see the Lord They call him Eddie the butcher You can die by pistol or knife or sword They call him Eddie the butcher