Massacre

[Verse 1: Styles P]

In Polo and Diamond, the cause of the cloud lining (Cause)

A life full of crime is the cause of foul rhyming (Yeah)

Scale talk, jail talk, smoking what the bail costs

Overnight hustler, package in the mail, dog

Cigar rooms, handshakes, whispers at your man wake

Connect on the internet, reup on the fanpage

Block party, yacht party, wonder if your mans safe

Talks to the feds, so you wonder if the plan's straight

Lunch with the lawyer, dealin' with the under boss

And none of y'all are speaking on the money that you come across

Wifey wants you to quit, team wants you to go hard

Lookin' at the beam and the block you can bogart

You lookin' at the sky like, "Oh, God"

Mad high, hit your man like, "Yo, god"

But he ain't give you no nod

And you wonder why the fast life's so hard

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Yo, it ain't a war 'til you wear a vest

Masked up, airin' TECs

That barrel whistle like a clarinet

They say, "Griselda," and they hear respect

I worked my kitchen in my spot and up top, I had to wear a net

To get here took blood, tears, and sweat

Stressed on that prison tear, I set

Can't walk a mile in this pair of 'Seppes (Nah)

Fendi belt with the red F's

Bulldog tucked down in it and it's barkin' like DMX

Rappers wanna make friends with us

I'm only close to this plate and this blender and I shake grams in it

It only take ten minutes

And I come back with a bag full of fetty so heavy, think it's paint cans in it

These rappers never had a half ounce (They lyin')

So why they rap 'bout racks and act out these war stories on Vlad couch? (I don't know)

Stove and the cooker (What else?)

The dope for the pushers (Uh-huh)

It feel like Halloween, it's the Ghost and The Butcher