Foundation Opioid Era (Ft. Benny the Butcher)

[Verse 1]
After these ninety days [?] should be seating tall
You took a lose, two ounces of [?]
I could've cut it more times than a [?]
Trying to get the dope to jump like Kriss Kross
It took me three years to see how my [?] walk
Did business, third party, couldn't understand when my plug talk
These niggas kill me with this propaganda
Still running their guns after giving their Miranda
Right, see who's real when the spot's tight
I keep a pipe, hear it ignite like a Harley engine
Fuck niggas in the way to die for attention
Get a notification his dead ass a hell of a mention
Death come when the breeze come
I would've killed you already, it's Ramadan
I offer my [?] fast and read Quran
[?]
They don't really know what type of shit we're on
[?]
More money, more murder, more homicide
Mac-eleven flamingo, that sixty-forty-five inside
I start [?] then I let the nozzle rocks
The realest, they left the scene and they was horrified
White tag, white bag with a dead guy inside
This is the Mafia, we don't let that drama slide
This is the opioid, we don't let that drama slide