[Intro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
The Butcher comin', nigga
The Butcher comin' big, Griselda, What Would Chine Gun Do? out now
[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
You know my type, I'm a Fisher built
When I was 9, my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk
The beat is clean, I had to live the filth
Your dog can get you killed
For you to stand this tall, I’ve got to get you stilts (Oh my fucking goodness)
Look, you got plans on getting rich, consider this
The ones who expect the most from you ain’t give you shit
I was the best cook, stepped on work with my right then left foot
Before you even knew how a connect look
You know my pot game was textbook
Who sold more dope than us except Push?
The proof is how my neck look (Except Push)
I came home, like a new man, like my den number
Bank card, as soon as she fucked, she wanted a pin number
Asking for cash the first week we met, and I got rid of her
This quarter brick of dope I'm blending up smell like vinegar
This shit was all a dream, I was waiting on the fiend
To come and test the dope, just to tell me it was clean
Now when niggas see my face, I'm what inspiration mean
I'm in the hood telling niggas how it feel to win a ring
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, niggas ain't set the streets on fire like I did
The way I'm rhyming lately remind them of Ready to Die, Big
Pop a nigga, put that on my kids
Sometimes when you kill a nigga you love, you stand over and close his eyelids
I only rap what I live, don’t fuck with me
You’d rather commit suicide and dive off of a high bridge
Eating raw oysters and fried squid
Look, these is streets, you either gon’ catch a bullet, scar
Or 20 years in the prison yard on a pull up bar
You know it’s a foreign when I pull up car
Like JAY-Z, I’m good on any Malcolm X boulevard
Nigga, we was in the trenches, we was pushing hard
Then I got in this rap shit and I took it far
Every tape a classic, it's full of bars
Scope on a stick, call me Brett Favre
I can throw a bullet far
She asked how far, on the place when pulling off
Shady Roc nation, they want to know how I pulled it off
You tried to ride the wave, now I'm watchin these pussy niggas starve
You need a 100K just to book the squad
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