Killa Season Richer'den Most, Sauce Walka & Benny the Butcher

[Verse 1: Richer’den Most]
Made a million dollars off the Percocet
I was at the border tryna turn a bird to a jet (Uh)
Fish scale dreams, (Yeah) I got it off the fiends
Neighborhood dealer, got rich off that same pill that killed Mac Miller
I used to make that butter fly, as a caterpillar
I had to put my dawg out, they said he was a killer (Damn)
I’m still fryin’ onions just to go and feed his litter (Uh huh)
I whip that white girl but I swear I’ll never hit her
I’m hand-to-hand when the package land, I’m thumbin’ through the bands
I pledge allegiance to the kilogram (Yep)
I ain’t never been a middle man (Nah)
I’m Gordo in real life that sold to Killa Cam
It’s a Killa season (Huh?) I’ll leave your people grievin’ (Bye)
They say there’s money on my head, but I’m still breathin’ (Whew)
No fiction, (Nah) I really live it (Yeah)
They ain’t never swallow drugs on a prison visit (Yeah)
Go to they cell and take it out when they shittin’ (Uh)
This a family business, (Yeah) I had to kill the witness (Baow)
My trap house hold more weight than Planet Fitness (Damn)
These n***** sellin’ weed, think that we in competition (Yo)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Back to the bricks, back to them blocks
Back to the trench (I’m back)
My back to the wall
I’m back usin’ tools, (haha) grab me a wrench (I’m back)
I’m back in the kitchen
Back in that pot, came back with a stench (Yeah)
I’m back in that mode
Welcome me back, I’m back on that shit (I’m back!)
That corner store left a mark on me (N****)
Controlled substance, possession— that’s what the charges read
But that fork used to talk to me
I’m the n**** who brought that gold plaque back to the projects (That was me)
The flow crack, I’m actually rhymin’ and sold crack in the process (Sold crack in the process)
Rockin’ dark shades, I guess I can see through these Carti’s better (Can see)
These streets comin’ with all strings attached like a Marni sweater (Shit deeper than rap)
Seven stacks in my piggy bank (My piggy bank)
And a big crib, but I ain’t into real estate (Real estate)
It’s built from bricks that’s whiter than Iggy face (Woo)
Ain’t seen a crib in months
Yeah, I been booked that many dates (Yeah, I been booked that many dates)
Snatched me at the airport, but I shook that itty-bitty case (Shook that itty-bitty-bitty case)
The valet gon’ park both Benzi’s for a Benji face (Skrr)
I’m really straight, I bet my lawyer gon’ hit me if a penny waste (Hello)
You better play to win, for those who never made it in (Never made it in)
I’m still tattin’ these Bible verses on my melanated skin
In a hundred thousand dollar Benz, I’m poppin’ up
My jeweler be like “not again” (Haha, no, not again)
We don’t fuck more than once if she not a 10 (Uh uh)
This for my n***** in them fed spots in Pennsylvania (Fed spots)
My dawg Duffel in the hole right now in Killa Canaan (Free the homies)
I tell him “load up” come and find you if I get impatient (Ah)
He took a oath, we get his firstborn if he give a statement (Shhh)
In black for the funerals of n***** that I left behind
Before a deal I stacked a thousand a hundred and seventy times
Suckas gon’ call me big-headed but discredit mines, n****
You ain’t never introduce a brick to Gregory Hines (Tap dancin’)
You never had a steady plug who gave a credit line
I made a baby with that crazy bitch like Kevin Federline, n****
This America, wake up and smell the pie (Wake up)
Gil Scott-Heron— the revolution won’t be televised
It’s Butch