The Crown Ideal, Benny the Butcher & October London

[Intro: Ideal & Benny the Butcher]
Uh-huh, Ideal
October London
Pooney on the beat (Yeah)
And we got the Butcher in this bitch
Yo, Ideal, I got you on this
Let's go

[Verse 1: Ideal & Benny the Butcher]
I never claimed to be a deity or God
But when they seein' me, they nod
I don't believe in these facades
Fame's a fever dream mirage
Just yankin' on my chain like a Vietnamese massage
But takin' offense to crossin' over, that's what keep me on my guard
See, as a teen, ain't need a job, it was way easier to rob
So, yеah, I took a couple losses just to evеn up the odd
Mad snakes be double-crossin', if they creep up on my lawn
Bet my double barrel shotgun how they meet they great beyond (Uh)
Take a week to make a song, some people think that's way too long
Take the weak and make 'em strong, songs creating kings from pawns
I'll sleep the day I'm gone, my nights greet the day at dawn (Hello)
Breathing trees to keep me calm, feeding the streets I came up on
I spread the cheese like Grey Poupon
To all my OG's and day ones
Before the meek inherit earth and them same sheep get preyed upon
I'll put the flame to the beat, serve the streets my famous filet mignon
And just in case I'm wrong, this time, The Butcher came along (The Butcher comin', nigga)