[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, you know?
Ah, the big dog, the Butchy
You know? You know? Right?
(A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Hahaha
Straight like that
I don't understand when niggas be like, "Be fair"
Nigga, life ain't fair, nigga
Be fair to what? Who?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
King of New York, a Buffalo nigga, okay, I said it (Okay, I said it)
I hear you rappers claimin' the crown, if you want it, you gotta come get it, yeah
New AMG, can't rev it, hold up, oh, I want that new 911, alright
Walk in that bitch, spendin' cash, so it ain't no need in running my credit (Ha)
We the Sopranos, bitch, them niggas who like to buy guns and ice out infinity links (Ice)
Workin' the pot, nah, that ain't water, it's Monster energy drink (Woo)
You probably know me from narcotic dealin', I can't go back (Can't go back)
Already know what I gave them traps (I gavе them traps)
My criminal record ain't on wax, I made thosе racks
Birdman dropped me right off at the front and I came through fresh (Niggas be like, "What's those?")
Knew you was lame, but you can't do less than a fake new check (Man, y'all doin' bad)
Pop a G6, he put on his shades, look up, then it's game time (Nigga)
That's my lil' homie, the one with the mask on (Yeah) throwin' gang signs (Yeah, yo)
If you ain't the mob, you trippin', I paid for titties and kid's tuition (Yeah, all that)
Then made my homies celebrities, took 'em on tour with me, fresh out of prison (Fresh out)
Got two hoes on my line and I don't hit neither back 'cause I ain't with it (I ain't with that)
One fuck for money, one fuck then want some money, so it ain't no difference (It's the same thing)
And the last ho that tried to run that game on Butch, the ho got ghosted (Ho got ghosted)
Then she tried to extort me with a pic', and I said, "Post it" (Go 'head)
Niggas still tryna diss niggas for the clout, call that motion? (That ain't it)
Black Soprano Family gettin' to it
Y'all ain't been up since COVID (Broke ass niggas)
Came a long way from the bottom
The hood thinkin' I forgot 'em (How could I?)
Met Gala with a chicken on the table, feelin' like I'm Teyana
Started in my mother bedroom, now I got a eight-room casa (Eight)
Y'all niggas way too confident
Nigga, we today's new mafia (It's Butch)
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