[Chorus: Ray Moon & Benny The Butcher]
Took a lot just to get here (Took a whole lot)
Trunk's in the front, not the rear now (Summertime Butch)
This life ain't sweet as it appear
(Don't believe everythin' you see)
Don't get caught in the light like a deer
How niggas fight for their wife when we appear
(Shit funny like Black Soprano Family)
Better hold her close (These are the real Sopranos)
(That took a lot)
Pulled up in that Rari, homie thought he saw a ghost
(Ah, we know better than we knew last year)
Big BSF, light the blunt, make a toast
We didn't have a lot, now we do the most (The Butcher comin')
Yo, let's go
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Ah, I jumped on the road to riches and then the stress came (The stress came)
A good plug in this shit, like an express lane (Express)
I'm talkin' pressed 'caine (Pressed 'caine)
That's cool, but we don't do finesse games (Uh-uh)
We never hand connects and correct change (Nah)
Been the most consistent this decade (Yeah)
I'm a boa constrictor to next made
Niggas choke when the best came (That's me)
The life of jefe, and let's say y'all niggas do make it this far
I pray it's more money and less fame
Target on my back, I'm livin' life in the public eye
And long as I shuck and jive, they don't give a fuck if I win or lose
Every hustler love to shine when it's summer time
With patience of a butterfly
Now tell me how the fuck could I hinder you? (How?)
Sometimes every hero gotta make villain moves
These whips just rewards for what I motivate niggas through
Yeah, the pain and the passion
The game, then the action, it's like a chain reaction, it's Butch'
Took a lot just to get here (Took a whole lot)
Trunk's in the front, not the rear now (Summertime Butch)
This life ain't sweet as it appear
(Don't believe everythin' you see)
Don't get caught in the light like a deer
How niggas fight for their wife when we appear
(Shit funny like Black Soprano Family)
Better hold her close (These are the real Sopranos)
(That took a lot)
Pulled up in that Rari, homie thought he saw a ghost
(Ah, we know better than we knew last year)
Big BSF, light the blunt, make a toast
We didn't have a lot, now we do the most (The Butcher comin')
Yo, let's go
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Ah, I jumped on the road to riches and then the stress came (The stress came)
A good plug in this shit, like an express lane (Express)
I'm talkin' pressed 'caine (Pressed 'caine)
That's cool, but we don't do finesse games (Uh-uh)
We never hand connects and correct change (Nah)
Been the most consistent this decade (Yeah)
I'm a boa constrictor to next made
Niggas choke when the best came (That's me)
The life of jefe, and let's say y'all niggas do make it this far
I pray it's more money and less fame
Target on my back, I'm livin' life in the public eye
And long as I shuck and jive, they don't give a fuck if I win or lose
Every hustler love to shine when it's summer time
With patience of a butterfly
Now tell me how the fuck could I hinder you? (How?)
Sometimes every hero gotta make villain moves
These whips just rewards for what I motivate niggas through
Yeah, the pain and the passion
The game, then the action, it's like a chain reaction, it's Butch'
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