[Intro: Benny The Butcher]
Uh
Let's go
Ayo, Statik, you a fool for this shit
Uh
My nigga Paul hit me and said it's a go
The Butcher coming, nigga
Ah
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Before this rap shit I was used to cash flow
Diplomatic like I been introduced to Castro
Every line I spit shit that they knew was factual
My next contract gon' be like a Houston Astros'
I'm a hustler, my pursuit for the loot was natural
Sold dope, weed, and coke, I even grew tobacco
Having a nigga locked down eating soups and mackerel
But you wouldn't know a brick if I threw one past you, uh
I multitask when I'm cookin' the dope (Uh)
With one arm in a pot and foot on they throats
Niggas talk about cash, when I look and they broke (Where the money at?)
You put thesе rap niggas up against Butch' and they choke (Uh)
I gave my littlе niggas clips and they still on they posts
Every bar like a lesson they put in they notes (Got that?)
I'm a king, I'm a lion, but good as the goat
Steppin' on the work, I have my foot on the snow, look
I was broke, now I flex hard
I'ma get mine and Rick Hyde will pick up where I left off
All the critics gon' wonder how I crept off
Retire, startin' my own line of Pyrex jars, look
Niggas know my status abroad, never challenge the squad
Leave bullet holes in your passenger door (Brr)
Get a house to put a fortune in the mattress and walls
You niggas not fuckin' with me, Statik and Paul, let's go
Uh
Let's go
Ayo, Statik, you a fool for this shit
Uh
My nigga Paul hit me and said it's a go
The Butcher coming, nigga
Ah
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Before this rap shit I was used to cash flow
Diplomatic like I been introduced to Castro
Every line I spit shit that they knew was factual
My next contract gon' be like a Houston Astros'
I'm a hustler, my pursuit for the loot was natural
Sold dope, weed, and coke, I even grew tobacco
Having a nigga locked down eating soups and mackerel
But you wouldn't know a brick if I threw one past you, uh
I multitask when I'm cookin' the dope (Uh)
With one arm in a pot and foot on they throats
Niggas talk about cash, when I look and they broke (Where the money at?)
You put thesе rap niggas up against Butch' and they choke (Uh)
I gave my littlе niggas clips and they still on they posts
Every bar like a lesson they put in they notes (Got that?)
I'm a king, I'm a lion, but good as the goat
Steppin' on the work, I have my foot on the snow, look
I was broke, now I flex hard
I'ma get mine and Rick Hyde will pick up where I left off
All the critics gon' wonder how I crept off
Retire, startin' my own line of Pyrex jars, look
Niggas know my status abroad, never challenge the squad
Leave bullet holes in your passenger door (Brr)
Get a house to put a fortune in the mattress and walls
You niggas not fuckin' with me, Statik and Paul, let's go
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