[Intro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
The Butcher comin', nigga
The Butcher comin' big, Griselda, What Would Chine Gun Do? out now
[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
You know my type, I'm a Fisher built
When I was 9, my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk
The beat is clean, I had to live the filth
Your dog can get you killed
For you to stand this tall, I’ve got to get you stilts (Oh my fucking goodness)
Look, you got plans on getting rich, consider this
The ones who expect the most from you ain’t give you shit
I was the best cook, stepped on work with my right then left foot
Before you even knew how a connect look
You know my pot game was textbook
Who sold more dope than us except Push?
The proof is how my neck look (Except Push)
I came home, like a new man, like my den number
Bank card, as soon as she fucked, she wanted a pin number
Asking for cash the first week we met, and I got rid of her
This quarter brick of dope I'm blending up smell like vinegar
This shit was all a dream, I was waiting on the fiend
To come and test the dope, just to tell me it was clean
Now when niggas see my face, I'm what inspiration mean
I'm in the hood telling niggas how it feel to win a ring
The Butcher comin', nigga
The Butcher comin' big, Griselda, What Would Chine Gun Do? out now
[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
You know my type, I'm a Fisher built
When I was 9, my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk
The beat is clean, I had to live the filth
Your dog can get you killed
For you to stand this tall, I’ve got to get you stilts (Oh my fucking goodness)
Look, you got plans on getting rich, consider this
The ones who expect the most from you ain’t give you shit
I was the best cook, stepped on work with my right then left foot
Before you even knew how a connect look
You know my pot game was textbook
Who sold more dope than us except Push?
The proof is how my neck look (Except Push)
I came home, like a new man, like my den number
Bank card, as soon as she fucked, she wanted a pin number
Asking for cash the first week we met, and I got rid of her
This quarter brick of dope I'm blending up smell like vinegar
This shit was all a dream, I was waiting on the fiend
To come and test the dope, just to tell me it was clean
Now when niggas see my face, I'm what inspiration mean
I'm in the hood telling niggas how it feel to win a ring
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