[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
The Butcher comin', nigga!
Uh, put my crown on just so my day could start
Who gave 'em heart 'n brought it back to the streets? This was a vacant art
Sat in a can? Well, that don't make you smart
You know the sayin', how bullshit wear Vans and paper talk
Okay, you made your little songs and sold your little drugs
Don’t let your Twitter buzz turn you to a little thug
Ask about me, nigga, my resume dipped in blood
You know with a past like mine, they be quick to judge
Pieces on my wrist, I put pieces on their hips
I was decent, shit, my face was like a Visa on them strips
It get deeper, I won’t speak it, I got secrets I won’t kick
Only in a book I wrote I’m callin' piеces of a brick, uh
Get it later, I been spеndin' paper
Rap money took me ‘cross the country like a Winnebago
Before that, it was yayo, money spread across the table, uh
Made my first stack in a crib without no cable, uh
Buff doin' fifteen, he feel like I flamed him
My other cousin callin' home sayin' that time changed him
Watch where you walk, pussy, yeah, this side dangerous
From the blind side bangin', yeah, you know this our angle, uh
Dope boys hit me when they need a theme song
Whip it ‘til it’s white and yellow, look like creamed corn
HK, SK, everything long
That’s why I’m in these nightclubs with everything on
The Butcher, nigga!
The Butcher comin', nigga!
Uh, put my crown on just so my day could start
Who gave 'em heart 'n brought it back to the streets? This was a vacant art
Sat in a can? Well, that don't make you smart
You know the sayin', how bullshit wear Vans and paper talk
Okay, you made your little songs and sold your little drugs
Don’t let your Twitter buzz turn you to a little thug
Ask about me, nigga, my resume dipped in blood
You know with a past like mine, they be quick to judge
Pieces on my wrist, I put pieces on their hips
I was decent, shit, my face was like a Visa on them strips
It get deeper, I won’t speak it, I got secrets I won’t kick
Only in a book I wrote I’m callin' piеces of a brick, uh
Get it later, I been spеndin' paper
Rap money took me ‘cross the country like a Winnebago
Before that, it was yayo, money spread across the table, uh
Made my first stack in a crib without no cable, uh
Buff doin' fifteen, he feel like I flamed him
My other cousin callin' home sayin' that time changed him
Watch where you walk, pussy, yeah, this side dangerous
From the blind side bangin', yeah, you know this our angle, uh
Dope boys hit me when they need a theme song
Whip it ‘til it’s white and yellow, look like creamed corn
HK, SK, everything long
That’s why I’m in these nightclubs with everything on
The Butcher, nigga!
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