What Hustlas Do Rigz (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Rob Gates)

[Intro: Benny]
BENNY THE BUTCHER, nigga
The Butcher coming, nigga
These niggas, these niggas ain't prepared for, for the wrath I'm gonna bring

[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Uh, you stood in front of a fire, that's how you sharpen blades
They was on them jets and I was still getting caught and raised
I stuck to the script, I had a part to play
On these mics talking greasy like I'm Charlamagne
My old bitch say we should talk more
I found a better one, then I deaded her
And know that was a smart call
They hit my homie, got my heart sore
Raw caine got my name on the DEA's chalk board
Yeah, my only comp in the mirror
No matter what critics say
Or how many times they compare us
Bought a watch, haters counting how many times I'ma wear it
I was pitiching in the city like Mariano Rovero
Real low shit
We sold powder outa Alero's
I did magic with that rock like the Penny Hardaway era
Clip tall as Shaq, bricks all in stacks
I whip portions back, my wrist did all of that