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"East Side Butch Freestyle" is a track by Benny the Butcher, from the album Summertime Butch 2, released 15th July 2025. The track is 2:16 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop. Full lyrics are available below.
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Top of the city shit You can feel it Yeah East Side Butch Welcome to Buffalo, New York Feel like my hunger unappreciated, my talent unimagined in a Game that's double-sided that got me challengin' the narratives Released for different countries, but terrorist for Americans Ignorance the privilege, that's what You inherit when you fairer skinned It's like the whole East Side been exposed to experiments Never strolled out a Sheridan with coke in your keratin Ties to guys that got dope they don't care to spend But I don't gamble, so if I stop the Bank, it's gonna be Merrill Lynch My birth certificate under my mattress, few Ms and the mansion strong I still call fiends to the crib that do handy jobs Never forgot where I came from, how could I? My family small Family values like the block holes, my syndrome was Stockholm I play that name shit too, if I was faced with y'all status 'Cause if we base it on talent, it'd make it off balance I dealt with plugs I never met, I've been in places y'all haven't So fuck a chain, y'all record labels should be making y'all caskets It's BSF, nigga The biggest East Side Butch, walk with me The Butcher coming, nigga Yo From crumbs to a corn crop, an album was a long shot That quarter brick from Tilly help, for me, he had a soft spot Was flushing in a raid, it bought me time, I had my doors locked I traded in my jewels and got a boost from the pawn shop Now I got 'em pouring out liquor for they fellas that's not alive And plotting get back, but that ain't what they tellin' the homicide The witness never show, oh well, and the bailiff just got surprised The judge threw away the F like he spelling phenomenon Mask tied around my face, not 'cause I can't take the smell That blender a different story, be careful, you can't inhale Back in 2017 when that dope was unsafe to sell, I used A bag of bad bundles like, who I'm gonna take to hell? I was a crypt keeper, come here and get a brick cheaper Put stones in my bitch cleaver I even bought my kids cleavers Nerves of a daredevil, I'm a certified risk seeker Truly yours, King Kong And this one I don't diss either It's Butch, nigga
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