Sitting Ducks

[Intro: Mick Jenkins]

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[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins & Benny the Butcher]

Ayy, ain't no stoppin' me

I'm above can't, we apostrophes

Seen all sides and all I see isosceles

Pyramid schemes and the atrocities they causin', ain't no pausin'

Ain't enough gauze in the holes in your logic

The optics work like an oxtail and everything's gravy, you crazy?

Roll up the flower, these niggas keep pushin' up daisies

Pour out some cognac, I'm holdin' the bottleneck lazy

Boiling back in my seat, black on my teeth

Activated charcoal poison, back in the streets

Acclimated, hardly just charged up

Batteries is aggravated, tell 'em they can't spar with us

I seen the end, they don't wan' start with us

It'll cost them an arm and a leg

The other leg, the other arm, and his head

Margarine message, don't gotta be butter, just as long as it spreads, ducks

They in the shallow water followin' bread, the fuck?

I'm 'cross the pond, jaywalkin' the autobahn

I'm in the motherland tryna connect with my other fam'

Brother man, I don't know no fake niggas

We don't bury truth, I don't know gravediggers

No chains, ain't no slaves with us (Butcher comin')

No propane, keep that flame with us

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Yeah, it's big clip Butch, ain't no bargainin' with the family

My hoes send each other nudes like Ari and Young Miami

I was rummagin' through trash (Trash), now I'm runnin' through this cash (Cash)

It got me peaceful, I be humming tunes while thumbin' through a half (Hahaha)

You a snitch, don't deserve to be safe

Don't say a word, just make him prove that boy mine like a paternity case

I spent two bricks on this Rollie, woke up, and went jewelry shoppin'

In the house claustrophobic, surrounded by Louis boxes (Louis this, Louis that)

Y'all jumped off the porch, but not me, I'm a scuba diver (Scuba diver)

So if I still can't get my respect, I'ma shoot it out you (Butcher comin')

The corner room at Nobu, those the best reservations

Associates over friends 'cause it be less expectations

The fuck y'all niggas doin' if y'all ain't stackin' that up? (Stackin' that up)

'Cause, by time my album drop, I'm gon' be wrappin' that up (Time ran out)

Me, I'm connected 'round the map like I'm Trump

I'm in red states trappin' with a satellite on a Cadillac truck (Republican)

And still feelin' like a villain behind glasses

Chillin', sippin' Villa Antinori out wine glasses, I win again

Tell the plug I need options, I'm picky, picky with the dope

And my bitches ain't goin' fifty-fifty with no ho