No Substitute

[Intro: Benny The Butcher]

Uh

Let's go

Ayo, Statik, you a fool for this shit

Uh

My nigga Paul hit me and said it's a go

The Butcher coming, nigga

Ah

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]

Before this rap shit I was used to cash flow

Diplomatic like I been introduced to Castro

Every line I spit shit that they knew was factual

My next contract gon' be like a Houston Astros'

I'm a hustler, my pursuit for the loot was natural

Sold dope, weed, and coke, I even grew tobacco

Having a nigga locked down eating soups and mackerel

But you wouldn't know a brick if I threw one past you, uh

I multitask when I'm cookin' the dope (Uh)

With one arm in a pot and foot on they throats

Niggas talk about cash, when I look and they broke (Where the money at?)

You put thesе rap niggas up against Butch' and they choke (Uh)

I gave my littlе niggas clips and they still on they posts

Every bar like a lesson they put in they notes (Got that?)

I'm a king, I'm a lion, but good as the goat

Steppin' on the work, I have my foot on the snow, look

I was broke, now I flex hard

I'ma get mine and Rick Hyde will pick up where I left off

All the critics gon' wonder how I crept off

Retire, startin' my own line of Pyrex jars, look

Niggas know my status abroad, never challenge the squad

Leave bullet holes in your passenger door (Brr)

Get a house to put a fortune in the mattress and walls

You niggas not fuckin' with me, Statik and Paul, let's go

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

The quickest way to go broke is do nothin'

That's why I'm 25-8, I's scutchin'

Multiple hustles I'm jugglin', number crunchin'

Tryna stack up more bread than a luncheon

I'm on a path tryin' to avoid self-destruction

I got a lot of guns, but got even more gumption

What's the function? Big bro got jammed up at customs

Plus he spent more money than he made, boy, he buggin', say

I'd rather work too hard than not hard enough

Laziness I rebuff, on point, off the cuff

On my hustle, ease my mind off of puff

Head on a swivel for sick fucks gone off the dust

Got that from Mike Rap', what's up, bro?

My grind is near the peak like Puffco

On the way to Buffalo, keep that on the hush, though

I'm out here tryna get this Scrooge McDuck dough, but look, yo

One man's treasure is another someone's scraps

Like King Tut, let's keep it under wraps

Airtight bubble wrap, on the way perhaps

They tryna hold me down like Jon "Bones" Jones on the mat

Fake friends come and go quicker than a prostitute

But I don't want a fiction, I just want a lot, salute

The hate is obsolete because the truth is absolute

Hard work a attribute, for that there's no substitute

[Outro: Paul Wall]

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

There's no substitute for hard work

You got to be there every day

No missed days, no tardies

You got to be present if you want that A+ type of paper, you feel me?