Correction Lyrics Nokia (feat. Benny the Butcher & 38 Spesh) by Fred the Godson

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Yuh, Family Biz (Family Biz)
Right, hah
Gordo

We move that yay often
Me and my three niggas step with four .44s, cops charge us with jaywalkin' (Woo)
Tryna avoid a gray coffin
Got gray and black, Pat Sajak, we bought a K off him
Voluntary assignment
'cause we gave it to 'em anyway, voluntary consignment (Damn)
Now he sittin' in solitary confinement, ma
He ain't a act, just with Tyler Perry, we grindin' (Ha ha)
In a telly where the birds are promised
Hand off in Buffalo like Jim Kelly and Thurman Thomas (Woo)
I need a couple, y'all
If it ain't Spesh or Benny then I don't fuck with y'all (Nah)
We had to hustle, y'all (Right)
So much weight in the Benz, foreign, it turned into a muscle car
Caliber handle over the buckle, y'all
99 Cents Store, nigga, don't make me buck at y'all

New iPhone, love how they made it
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite
That was my favorite
Huh, that was my favorite
New iPhone, love how they made it
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite
That was my favorite
Uh, that was my favorite

Yo, I let one fiend get a sample
Then he go and tell the rest and that's how you lead by example
Excuses for leeches to ramble
I got a date with success and don't got a reason to cancel
While y'all hit casinos to gamble
We took risks that's illegal, so my lawyer fees was substantial
I be with the G's and the vandals
Kids that lead the relatives of your enemies squeezin' the candle
My girl like Meadow Soprano
She couldn't handle drivin' keys from Orlando in a Kia Sorento
My trap gon' feed me a Lambo
I never seen it, still make money from it like Stevie's piano
Jealousy easy to handle
'specially when your jacket Red Tab but your sleeves is a mammal
I find you, leave you in shambles
Jaw broke, for a whole year they was feedin' you Campbell's
Trust

I learned from dealers
Get 'em back, then you kill 'em slow (Kill 'em slow)
I burnt my bridges, took the scraps and then built a boat (I did)
I'm earnin' digits, all my bitches know (My bitches know)
I fly her anywhere 'long as she not too boujee to sit in coach (Hah)
First-time felon and eleven, that's the time he facin' (Damn, lil' homie)
All that over a seven-second conversation
Tijuana plug want the dough without no complications
If a dollar missin', he gon' buy my baby mom a basement (Woo)
Yeah, can't even trust the close ones, mama tried to teach me (She did)
I had a saw pokin' out my back by the time she reach me (Damn)
They duckin' strays and discussin' ways on how to beat me (They can't)
Crooked feds and they got crooked plans on how to keep me (They can't)
They ain't think I get it, but why they thought that? (Fuck they thought that for?)
Them burner phones, we got rid of 'em, we caught packs (Hah)
We all different, be specific when you talk rap (Why?)
Uh huh, 'cause Martin turned his cheek but Malcolm fought back
Let's go (Butcher comin', nigga)

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