[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Uh huh, yeah
You know how this shit go when they let real n***** in, right? Ah!
Uh, 716, 617
The Butcher comin’, n****! (Woo)
Ayo, they want us to talk that shit on this one, turn me up some (Ah)
Ayo, Last, they want us to talk that shit on this one
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
No negative excuses, I invested into music (Uh huh)
From swellin’ up them deuces to executive producin’
Grams when they had bundles, that’s how I kept the business fruitful (That’s how I did it)
Seven bands on yay, just to adjust a n***** pupils
The road to my moms at 30, slept on the futon (I did)
I was broke, stressed- record exеcs slept on these truе bars (They did)
I thought I was on when I met X in the pool hall (Damn)
That was 20 years ago and I’m just tearin’ the roof off
Can’t talk loyalty with me, ask ‘em my truth (Ask ‘em)
Ask West what I brought to the table, and have I recouped?
Close my eyes in that Benz, and I’m right back on my stoop
I woke up wearin’ ice and Off-White astronaut boots
Couldn’t carry on broke, so I got married to dope
Three felonies, seriously, skeptics still curious, though (Curious)
Annoying rap nerds who all think they lyrically woke
Don’t know the pressure of buryin’ the coach and carryin’ folks, Griselda, ah!
Uh huh, yeah
You know how this shit go when they let real n***** in, right? Ah!
Uh, 716, 617
The Butcher comin’, n****! (Woo)
Ayo, they want us to talk that shit on this one, turn me up some (Ah)
Ayo, Last, they want us to talk that shit on this one
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
No negative excuses, I invested into music (Uh huh)
From swellin’ up them deuces to executive producin’
Grams when they had bundles, that’s how I kept the business fruitful (That’s how I did it)
Seven bands on yay, just to adjust a n***** pupils
The road to my moms at 30, slept on the futon (I did)
I was broke, stressed- record exеcs slept on these truе bars (They did)
I thought I was on when I met X in the pool hall (Damn)
That was 20 years ago and I’m just tearin’ the roof off
Can’t talk loyalty with me, ask ‘em my truth (Ask ‘em)
Ask West what I brought to the table, and have I recouped?
Close my eyes in that Benz, and I’m right back on my stoop
I woke up wearin’ ice and Off-White astronaut boots
Couldn’t carry on broke, so I got married to dope
Three felonies, seriously, skeptics still curious, though (Curious)
Annoying rap nerds who all think they lyrically woke
Don’t know the pressure of buryin’ the coach and carryin’ folks, Griselda, ah!
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