[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Ah
The Butcher comin', nigga
You know, niggas be talkin' like this shit overnight
I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells
So I'm like, which night y'all niggas talkin' about?
Griselda
Uh
Hit-Boy

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
Fly nigga, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
A broke nigga not my lady's style
She quit work to fuck me, count up and drive this Mercedes 'round
No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smokin'
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin'
I'd have a bеdroom in Folsom, but I'm off shore, toastin'
Besides rap, wе guys you respect in this business
I left the dope game with stripes, y'all left with opinions
We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness
But how could I? Can't shit fix the death of a sibling
Loadin' up my straps again, them folks done plugged the wall against my back again
War paint on me like them Africans
They wanna know my net worth, they guessin' as I'm stackin' it
Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate
Griselda, nigga
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