The Iron Curtain Benny the Butcher
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[Intro]
The almighty
(Griselda)
Uh
The Butcher comin', nigga
Let's go
Uh
[Verse 1]
I'm black royalty (Royalty)
With black lawyers, I ate off the black market, so good luck blackballing in me
The ghost of 'Chine Gun Black hauntin' me
I feel like I'm nuts 'cause every time I count up, them racks talk to me (Them racks talk to me)
And I just got a batch off of me (I did)
So the feds won't back off of me
Took what the trap offered me (I did)
Uh-uh, I don't got no gimmicks, you can feel the pain
Blood on the money when I get it, but it spend the same
This one for the family (Duffel bags)
I gambled like Vegas and drove with my life saving in the trunk of a Camry
If you never played with a fork, can't understand me
All my niggas stood tall in New York like Marcus Camby
My aunt a Christian prayer, but I'm a distant player
That's with the hoes, but in the kitchen, I'm a difference maker
Nigga, my fingertips stick to paper (Stick to paper)
It's never enough 'cause half of it's gone before I get the paper
The almighty
(Griselda)
Uh
The Butcher comin', nigga
Let's go
Uh
[Verse 1]
I'm black royalty (Royalty)
With black lawyers, I ate off the black market, so good luck blackballing in me
The ghost of 'Chine Gun Black hauntin' me
I feel like I'm nuts 'cause every time I count up, them racks talk to me (Them racks talk to me)
And I just got a batch off of me (I did)
So the feds won't back off of me
Took what the trap offered me (I did)
Uh-uh, I don't got no gimmicks, you can feel the pain
Blood on the money when I get it, but it spend the same
This one for the family (Duffel bags)
I gambled like Vegas and drove with my life saving in the trunk of a Camry
If you never played with a fork, can't understand me
All my niggas stood tall in New York like Marcus Camby
My aunt a Christian prayer, but I'm a distant player
That's with the hoes, but in the kitchen, I'm a difference maker
Nigga, my fingertips stick to paper (Stick to paper)
It's never enough 'cause half of it's gone before I get the paper
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