3:30 In Houston
Benny the Butcher Lyrics

Ayo, I had to get somethin' off my chest
There was something weighing on my mind that I needed to express.

Turn me up, turn the beat up some
Increase the volume and intensity of the music.

You know, karma's a bitch
The consequences of our actions can come back to bite us.

She a dirty bitch
These consequences can be unpleasant and difficult to deal with.

Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas
Hey, City Boy, remember when we stole from those guys?

For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash
We got away with stealing jewelry worth fifty thousand dollars and a hundred thousand dollars in cash.

Hahaha, this shit all come back though
It's funny how things have a way of coming full circle and biting you in the ass.

Ah, yo (and I'm doin' this shit from a wheelchair)
By the way, I'm making this music while I'm still recovering from being shot and confined to a wheelchair.

Uh, quarter million in a week
I made two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in one week.

I made your bitch come assist with the count
I had your girlfriend help me count my money.

She could be a thief but because of that mouth
Even though she could be untrustworthy, I gave her the benefit of the doubt because of her skills in bed.

Yeah, extra twenty off a brick
I made an additional twenty thousand dollars for every kilogram of drugs sold.

Those the benefits of a drought, nigga
This is how we take advantage of a period of scarcity and high demand for drugs.

I can't even sit on a couch with you
I can't associate with you if you have illicit drugs in your possession.

If it's really bricks in the house, nigga
If you're really dealing drugs out of your house, I can't be around you.

For my city, know how I rock
The people in my city know how I operate and what I'm about.

Breaking news story leaked by the cops
The police revealed a story about me to the media.

Cuban links on me, too thick to snatch
I am wearing expensive jewelry that is impossible to steal.

To run off with mines, I had to get shot
Someone tried to steal from me and was only stopped when they shot me.

Make my whole city wanna be rappers (yeah)
My success has inspired others in my community to pursue a career in rap music.

I made the trappers all shoot for the ceiling
I motivated others in the drug-dealing community to aim higher and pursue greater success for themselves.

We turned a brick to a lucrative business
We transformed a small amount of drugs into a highly profitable enterprise.

My net worth 'bout a cool two million
I am worth around two million dollars.

Already know what you do for them hoes
I know what you're willing to do for women.

But it's about what you do for your niggas
What really matters is what you're willing to do for your friends and associates.

Meetings with HOV and kickin' it with E
I have had business meetings with Jay-Z and hung out with Earl Simmons (DMX).

I put my team in a room with them billions
I gave my associates the opportunity to make deals worth billions of dollars.

Fuck all the bloggers, the niggas who shot me
I have no respect for the online writers or the people who tried to harm me.

Fuck all the opps, and fuck Wendy Williams
I don't have any respect or regard for my rivals, and I don't care for Wendy Williams either.

Can't trust nobody, it's all smoke and mirrors
I can't rely on anyone because everything is deceptive, and people are often not what they seem.

I still ain't make no real friends in this business
Even though I've been successful, I haven't made any real friendships in the music industry.

Niggas told me since this shit happened that I'm lit
Since I got shot, people have been telling me that I am popular and respected in the music industry.

I should take advantage of it
I should capitalize on this attention and create more opportunities for myself.

That's why I really can't stand you suckers, go to Instagram, but won't handle nothin'
I can't stand these wannabes who talk a big game on social media but don't do anything in real life.

Out the hospital to a private jet
I left the hospital and flew on a private jet.

The bullet really ain't damage nothin' (I'm good, nigga)
The bullet didn't do any permanent harm to me, and I'm fine now.

Niggas would've been in my position
Most people would have panicked and lost their composure if they were in my situation.

I bet they would've hit the panic button, man (niggas get shot everyday, B)
I'm sure they would have freaked out because getting shot is a scary and traumatic experience.

They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston got a tip for me
Someone was hired to harm me, and my friend in Houston warned me about it.

Mexicans that'll wig for me, their pinky fingers gettin' sent to me, yeah
I have connections with dangerous Mexican drug dealers who would kill for me, and they send me the fingers of their victims as proof.

Interviews with me, all sent offers
I've been approached by various media outlets who want to interview me or have me appear on their shows.

Stuck to the code, the mob, no talkin'
I adhere to a strict code of conduct, which includes not speaking to the police or other authorities.

Won't talk about it on camera unless it's with Anderson Cooper or Barbara Walters
I will only discuss sensitive topics on camera if I'm being interviewed by respected journalists like Anderson Cooper or Barbara Walters.

3:30 in Houston
It's 3:30 AM in Houston.

You know how this shit go (yeah)
You understand how things work in this city.

Black Sopranos, nigga (yeah)
We are the Black Sopranos, a powerful and respected gang.

Griselda, nigga
Griselda is the name of our gang's record label and media outlet.

We get them shits, nigga
We obtain drugs and other illegal goods for our operations.

And we gon' take 'em (ah)
We are going to take control of these goods by any means necessary.

Real gangster shit, nigga (ah)
This is what real gangsters do.

You know what they say (yeah)
As the saying goes,

Niggas get shot everyday, B (uh)
People get shot and killed every day in violent neighborhoods like ours.

Real shit, though
This is the reality of our situation.

3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston (uh)
It's still the middle of the night in Houston.

They said, they said that shit was an attempt because
They claimed that the shooting was an attempted murder because

I still had cash on me
I still had a lot of money on my person at the time of the shooting.

I still had a ton of cash on me and I still had jewels on me
In fact, I was carrying a significant amount of jewelry as well.

You know what I'm sayin'?
Do you understand what I'm getting at?

This shit deeper than rap
There's more going on here than what's on the surface level or what's being publicly discussed.

Don't believe these dick-eatin' niggas
Don't trust these ass-kissers trying to take advantage of my situation.

Niggas really wanna be us (ah)
A lot of people aspire to be like us.

Let's go
Let's get to work and handle our business.