Pound For Pound Berner (Ft. Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine, John Gotti, Mozzy & Styles P)

[Intro: John Gotti]
I don't think, pound for pound, John-
I don't think there's a more sincere, better guy in this fuckin' world than me
Th-the more for everybody
You could see-see what I got, you could see what I got compared to what other people got
And I can't believe what I read and what I hear
I don't know who this guy is that they're talking about
Maybe somebody could introduce me to him someday
I don't believe 'em

[Pre-Verse: Berner & Mozzy]
I told Benny I got plenty
Machine, what up?
Mozzy, Gangland

[Verse 1: Berner]
They treat us like pharaohs, AK with two barrels
Used to have a bitch sellin' pussy for mе on O’Farrell
In the middle of thе candle, there's a twenty grand stack
Heat the glass, pull the wax out, and cut that bitch in half
Carbon paper 'round the paper, makin' fifty stack flimsy
Feelin' like a magazine, sendin' cash gets tricky
I'm bags not blicky
No smalls in the pack
When they froze the bank account, I thought I would fall back
I miss Encrochat, used to wipe my phone clean
Three times a week, different level to the stream
Throw a few Gs on each, I'm somewhere out of reach
When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with some heroin
Controlled buy at the four-point Sheridan
Fuck a snitch, let 'em die slowly
Around here I'm the big homie, the top [dogs] only