Who Really the King

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh]

Yeah, who really the king?

It's me and Spesh, it's like upstate got us switchin' crown

The best to go back and forth since Kiss and Styles

Every time we drop, the hottest shit around

(STABBED & SHOT 2, nigga, The Butcher comin', nigga)

Yeah, ah, so fuck who said what

That type of disrespect, y'all make the news over

In traffic, with teenage shooters, like AAU coachers (Brr, brr)

The money stops when the custys drop, don't make it too potent

Do what I told y'all on 5 to 50 and make a new whole one

I'm good in this game of numbers

It's likе we playin' Lego's as kids

No Cane and Ablе, we more like the Chambers brothers

Nah, Lonzo and LaMelo, we ball like them famous brothers (Ah)

And when it's dry, we only drop shit to entertain each other

And they've been beggin' for this Stabbed & Shot shit

Like they've been beggin' for me back

When I up and left for rap and got rich, shit (Left the hood)

Double-back in that apricot, six then

Jumped out that rockin' a quarter above my waist wearin' Travis Scott kicks (Uh)

Dick for expensive hoes, trips for submissive hoes

The game been in my clench, I feel like I know jiu-jitsu hoes

Who you gave your dope too?

They runnin' off with work to rock them furs (Huh)

I took that work that I done served into my verse on "DR BIRDS" (Ayo, huh)

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

Don't be an easy purchase, kill for cheap, a G a person

A crook, when your life get took, no reimbursin'

If he live and he need the nurses, defeat the purpose

So he shot him, and shot him again, like he rehearsin'

I don't know who sold more birds, me or Church's

Prices so young that they can't read in cursive

These surgeons suburban, she was nervous

But I protected more white than secret service

Huh, it's like these lil' niggas have the splurge

You gon' crash and burn, you only re-in' with a half-a-bird

Gettin' rich is your last concern

How you late on the rent when you and your bitch got matchin' furs?

That's my word, y'all have some nerves

Niggas act like family, but family ain't an action word

Was passin' burds past the curb

Now it's 'bout takin' cash I earned, makin' it grow tax deferred

Trust