One Foot In Benny the Butcher & Stove God Cooks

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
You know? You know, they gotta move out the way
When the real niggas come through
Hahaha, I don't care 'bout none of that
They gotta salute this shit, yo

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Everybody can't go, and you probably won't make it
I whipped that powder to glaciers and found the Oasis
My history a street dealer, narcotics on paper
This work, I'm cuttin' more times than Kyrie been traded (Yeah)
I was one foot out the game after that freestyle with Flex
I was one foot in the door at JAY-Z house with West
Now you see how I cleaned house and see wild success
A rapper nеver reached out, hе either senile or deaf
I'm gettin' big in the paint, I'm all rebounds and TECs
Put rapper heads on walls like TV mounts for checks
You beat out the best, and then you weed out the rest
Comfortable at home, wherever I put my feet down, and next (Yeah)
And this one for the hustlers who I was handin' ounces
Now, look at God, I wrote this verse in my GRAMMY outfit
I was runnin' routes, resort back to your instincts
When one in doubt, was up a plug with one foot in and one foot out