Trillselda Bun B & Statik Selektah (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Rome Streetz)

[Intro: Bun B]
I like this shit
(Statik Selektah)
Nah, matter of fact, fuck that, I love this shit
I love everything about this shit
I love doing this shit with my brother Statik
And I love bringing my real niggas in to do this shit with me
Let's get it popping

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Say, I take this world with a grain of salt
For good or bad and weigh the choices I make based on the pain involved
Your best friend’ll clap you and stain the wall
So if you can't handle that type of shit, then don't fuck with the game at all
Half of my heroes my friends now and we broke bread
The other half is dead, in prison, or cokeheads
The best niggas I ever knew and the worst is
So now it’s fuck bitches, get money like the verse says
I'm in the rotten apple, gettin' my worm up
Soon as a fuck nigga turn up, he gettin' burnt up
Straighten his perm up 'til it's braidable
Then leave his wig all over the table so niggas know I'm unfadeable
Most of you rappers my sons, shit, I got a cradle full
You don't get to play the bull if you don’t leave the table full
So if I life the burner up, it’ll melt you
In the streets with the Butcher, I'm feeling Trillselda