Cold November Songtext
von Benny the Butcher

(I was dreaming of the past) Black soprano family
It′s Benny, nigga, yeah
17 Bullets, mm (why do good times never last?)
Straight like that, right? (Help me Jesus)
I'ma give it to niggas the only way I know how to give it to niggas
And that′s straight up and down (I can't hold on another day)
Yeah, yo (I was dreaming)

Look, what's stoppin′ me, besides I come from poverty
And never seen a man love my mother properly
I grew up quick, I guess these streets did a lot to me
I was servin′ the babysitters who was watchin' me (I was dreaming)
I′ll be thinkin' ′bout that shit when my cigar smokin'
Every time I catch a run, I feel the walls close in
That′s why you 'posed to save up what you made
You never know you might wake up to a raid, I done seen it all (I was dreaming)


I done bought niggas jewels and gave niggas dope
I took niggas on trips and gave niggas hope
I put verses on they songs and gave niggas quotes
When it's time to return the favors, same niggas boast (I was dreaming)
I guess it ain′t no love without hatred
And you can′t have trust without patience
What you know about the snitch bein' the plug on y′all cases?
18, and the judge you got racist

My life real, ask my day ones, I been connected with work
Three smokers in a house, they all gettin' checks on the first
I stretched it, I compressed it, then I measured the work
I chef′d it, gave 'em credit then collected the worth (I was dreaming)
My momma proud, so she smile, I′m a reflection of her
Stack money, stay low, been my objective since birth
You can't take a nigga blueprint and expect it to work
When that man drew up that plan and perfected it first (I was dreaming)

I was runnin' in the streets, hustlin′ for weeks
They tellin′ us to vote like the government for me
There's a war goin′ on against us and the police
If we lose, we get the max or covered with a sheet (I was dreaming)
I can tell if you real by the company you keep
How your handshake feel and by how comfortable you speak
I'll be humble when I′m broke, I'll be humble when I flee
Niggas talkin′ good 'cause they don't plan on runnin′ into me (I was dreaming)
Let′s go, let's go


Y′all niggas dreamin', man
Y′all niggas dreamin'
That′s a fact, y'all niggas dreamin'
Fuckin′ with me, straight up and down
Talk to ′em

(I was dreaming of the past)
(Why do good times) ayo, hold up, hold up
I ain't done with niggas (never last)
Yo, let me talk to ′em, uh

Remember me? I wore hand-me-downs in middle school
I had holes in my clothes and my tennis shoes
Other kids laughed at me, I was ridiculed
My momma wonder why I was in a bitter mood (I was dreaming)
Chip on my little shoulder, I had shit to prove
It's critical, niggas in your circle keep it real as you
Fast-forward that to now, I′m a different cool
I guess we had different views 'cause we was makin′ different moves (I was dreaming)

This for my niggas still prayin' over prison food
That's hypocritical, we smart crooks, religious fools
We men in bloom, so get in tune
Can′t fit my shoes, I′m a god
Probably could use my brain to bend a spoon (I was dreaming)
Remember me, I'm the silencer on the TEC
I′m your confidence when jewels polished up on ya neck
I'm Kiss spittin′ his verse from "Money, Power & Respect", uh
I'm Allen Iverson arguin′ with the ref, uh

(I was dreaming)
Y'all niggas just dreaming, man (of the past)
You gotta be a certain kind of nigga to do what I do, my nigga
You heard that shit I said nigga? That's real shit
That′s my story nigga, huh (help me, Jesus)
17 Bullets, nigga
17 Bullets, nigga
(I can′t hold on another day)