Sly Green Benny the Butcher

[Intro]
Uh-huh
The Butcher comin', nigga
Yeah, uh
(Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1]
I'm a Christian Dior shirt rocker, two Glock wearer
Only rapper that would've thrived in the 2Pac era
I'm talkin' '98 drug money, shoebox era (Shoebox era)
I proved my point once, in every take, the proof got clearer
Y'all niggas make threats (Huh), we pay killers and take bets
Fuck with us and end up bad like dope you can't stretch (Hah)
Twenty somethin' years in it and ain't make a mistake yet
If you ain't spendin' half an M, ain't no way to relatе yet
Mob ties, I'll prick your finger bеfore I connect you (Gang)
I know some niggas that rather kill you before they respect you (Ah)
And fuck rap, me and my niggas sold boy as professionals
They say it's time to eat again on this Oyster Perpetual
Scars on my body still (Still) they think I signed Illuminati deals (Illuminati deals)
'Cause this paper talkin' to me like it's Johnny Gill
I push weight like I bodybuild (Bodybuild)
I let the bitch slide, her attitude fake but her body real (Let's go)
I'm on point when my enemies not
I shoot with nobody 'round me like a penalty shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
When niggas' traps was warmin' up, mines was literally hot (Mines was hot)
The promotin' I did, Pyrex should be givin' me pots, yeah
That's how you handle business (Business), got my name in the Guinness (Guinness)
Records, next to ballers and retired drug dealers
Side note, I'm the realest (Uh-uh), signin' off, Mister Pennick
This money ain't change shit, I'm gangsta from start to finish (Let's go)