Jasmine's

[Intro]

(Summertime Butch)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, power drove the fiend up the stove in Garçon

If you need me, l be in my cell on the phone

Jorts KAPITALs, you see the bones, I'm in the Rolls (Skrrt)

Might be the first drug dealer on the Vogue

Mule panicking, cause she late, I told her, "Andalé"

Maison Miharas with the scuffs all through Lama Ray (Ah)

My Benz steering wheel on the right, shooter on the left

The first who make 'em overdose, dope be the best

Goyard satchеls with the blick, leaving out the Ritz

Chips and lеase on the shopping spree, just me and your bitch (Woo)

I bought me everything, I ain't buy her shit

Hermes crocodile sandals stepping on a brick (SUPER FLYGOD)

Thirty-six to forty-four, shit, more is more

My man mom died, he in the cell, when it rains, it pours

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]

You must be a very wealthy man

Well, I ain't got no squawk, no squawk at all

Do you have any feelings on remorse about being in this business?

No, I have no feelings of conscious, because

To me, it’s a business

The same as the man with a liquor store

He sells his whiskey to alcoholics

To him, it’s a business

I sell my drugs to drug addicts

It’s all a profit

Ahh, yeah, yeah, yo, uh

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

'Fuck is the state of rap?

Same shit they've been trying to act since Pac died

And B.I.G. left and the gang went a lil' lop side on the pop side

And not cry, it's elementary that you add some entries to your top five

'Cause evidently l'm in my prime

Doing better than them who done got signed

But it cost me, how else can I put it?

They forced me, bullets and coffee

I cheated the game, it felt good as adultery

Asked the last label, l'm a rap saver

I'm a cash major, l'm a mad strangler

I'm a cash cow and a stack saver

We could chat now, or we could chat later

I made my wrist lock

Then made a movie 'bout it like the black Alfred Hitchcock

Interrogation room

I be so quiet in it that you might hear a pin drop

What's the state of rap?

Same shit they've been trying to act since Will Smith

And Jazzy Jeff, I sold real bricks, I still don't got no real hits

But cocaine still give thrills, white girl, real "Kill Bill" shit

I get chills when I close deals

Made a quarter mil' off some chill shit

I get the pill, I'm tryna bang like I'm O'Neal

You just Josh Childress

I show you jits 'round the money

I'll take you lil' niggas on a field trip

Got a Yachtmaster on a yacht

Nigga we are not rappers, all the cops past them

And they drop faster than a time traveler

And my watch flashing like I'm arm-wrestling

But you like the senior, with bad grades

And I'm the dean, I'm thinking why cap ya

Couch potato with an iPad and a mic so, now, you a podcaster

They hit they ceilings, I'm booked in Paris

Let's get to business (Let's get to business)

Two-hundred fifty in hundreds to count it

It take her ten minutes (Maybe eight)

Fuck is the state of rap?

Same shit they've been trying to act since Eazy-E

Only street niggas gon' agree with me

I'm just a rich nigga with a GED

[Outro: Benny the Butcher]

Big Butch, ah