Benny the Butcher – Jermanie’s Graduation Mp3 Download & Lyrics

Benny the Butcher – Jermanie's Graduation MP3 Download (Lyrics, Music Mp4, Baixer)

Benny the Butcher, the amazing singer-songwriter, has unveiled this latest single titled, “Jermanie's Graduation” which is available on this website for free Mp3 (audio) Download, Lyrics and Music Video.

This track is a captivating glimpse into the recently released album, “Everybody Can't Go“. Jermanie's Graduation weaves a spellbinding tale of self-discovery and liberation, carried by Benny the Butcher's haunting vocals and impeccable production.

With a blend of folk, indie, and electronic elements, this song is an emotional journey that lingers long after the final note. Benny the Butcher' artistry shines through, offering a glimpse of what promises to be an extraordinary album. Don't miss out—immerse yourself in “Jermanie's Graduation” now and experience the magic of this music!

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Benny the Butcher – Jermanie's Graduation Lyrics

[Intro]
All eyes on me, yeah
You know what I mean, Everybody Can't Go
This shit sound like some 'Pac shit
This for us, man, this ain't for everybody
Nah, I do this shit, I'll stand on that shit, man
East Side boys, you know what it is, Everybody Can't Go
Buffalo East Side though
Black Soprano Family, big Griselda
Y'all know my name, y'all watched what I did with this
I don't need a trophy
I am the trophy, I be telling niggas
Yo

[Verse]
There's a story behind that name when they call me the Pyrex Man
Like them two bricks from Doug and papis from Kazakhstan
I never sold meth but I know fent', a thousand yams
You ODin' off this shit if you bag and don't wash your hands
Me, teary-eyed and gullible, I lived it with a mother
Who struggled through addiction, I know еvery side to drug abuse
For lifе got these comfortable and spin a few niggas
Who still in they same position because our bond indestructible
It go both ways, auntie spent the 30 on that rock
And the nigga who served her owe a plug who thirsty for that now
The dealer who fronted that birdie, he murdered for that guap
That was me but now I'm currently trading currency for stocks
I'm Wall Street-butchering, I'm getting 30 percent off top
40 percent get chopped of the 30, back in the pot
Ask these rappers, shit I did for upstate just helped make 'em hot
When I invite 'em to the lab, they be scared to play what they got
I'm the don of all dons, YSL and Bond No. 9
Living proof, sign of the times that hate won't bother your grind
I feel like West' on "Gustavo," the cocky confidence side
You look a killer in their face 'cause they say that I still don't lie
I'm hearing rumors start to fly that we split the triangle, nah
Any talks of that's maniacal but y'all buy it, go wild for it
I'm still that same hustler, fresh out the Ps that sign on the spot
I guess I stepped on a few rappers on my climb to the top
Who sliding, invited or not, the violence won't stop
We on that same time and them ions go cock then them sliding doors pop
My niggas catch you at that light then light up your drop
It's like that, the last opp we racked, we united the block
Long roads to success, they hearts broke when I step
They reminiscin' of me, speakin' in morse code to connect
Me and my homies passport bros, pilots load up the jets
Golf streams landing in time zones no one expects, mm
Chipping on jet fuel, the flight I slept through
I just need a shot of tequila and Bluetooth I can connect to
It's disrespectful to sit these niggas next to Butch
So I'm shitting around these pussies just like a all-gender restroom
Trips to Bahamas, y'all talking shit from the comments
I'm somewhere off the coast smoking cartridges with my mama
It's Butch, I did it solid, turned visions to dollars
Seven-year run, three away from that ten that I promised y'all
On "One Way Flight," brick rawer than a Monday night
I always been the bigger fish, y'all skinny pimps like Money Mike
Still no license, running lights, I let you pick—the gun or knife
Chase said there's no one as nice and that nigga was fucking right
So fuck you twice, it's Butch