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Benny the Butcher
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Huh, huh
Know I'm sayin'?
Ayo, they won't use my energy down
I refuse to lose while takin' food out my enemies' mouths
Huh, my girl got plenty of styles
Look like a Caribbean dial, I spent a pretty penny at Chow's
Huh, I sold plenty of vowels
When my fiends shoot dope, they like to sit down Indian-style
Niggas is foul, really, it's wild
They say people don't change, that mean you must been an envious child
My lifestyle like a damn king
In a luxury chariot, drinkin' liquor out a canteen
I served drug dealers and fiends
Played both sides of the street, still left with my hands clean
I can't dance or can't sing
But I can swing and this .50 cal' will give your man wings
A snitch never ran things
If you connected to pigs, I'll put a bullet in your hamstrin', trust
First-class flight, when I land I leave with the stewardess (I'm out)
But I'll put a baby in her throat before her uterus (ah)
Eastside Butch, got a trap and knew what to do with it (I knew what to do with it)
But after that freestyle with Em, I knew I was through with it (let's go)
Niggas think a blizzard hit, the work came, I tossed it
I put ice on the street like Trump, first day in office
So you herbs can't be talkin' when real niggas in the room
I'm puttin' two-thousand dollar Louis kicks on Mercedes carpets
Compare me to rapper dorks, in the face, that's a slap of course (damn)
Avoid bein' back in court, I gave y'all a master course (I showed y'all niggas)
Rule number one, never stash dope where it's cash, of course (that's a fact)
Number two, never eat wagyu with a plastic fork
These gatekeepers'll burn their hand 'fore they pass the torch
Sold yay' to tweakers, and I'll burn these bands 'fore I have remorse
I'm from Buff', but niggas hear me and say, "That's New York" (that's New York right there)
So, fuck it, I hold the whole state down, like that's the fort (let's go)
And I know hustlers fightin' cases, I know killers that relate
When I signed to Roc Nation, I was still on Section 8
When I performed on Jimmy Fallon, I could still stretch a eighth
When I signed to Def Jam, I was just tryna catch a play, nigga
It's Butch, or Big Butch to you, let's go
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