Man of the Kitchen

Ayo, a nigga ain't never gave me shit, but a opportunity
(Rest in peace Machine Gun Black)
That's all I needed though, real shit
Griselda, Griselda (Ow!)

Yup I chill, I sat patient, I just watch 'em get richer (seen that)
If everybody a killer, I guess nobody the victim (haha)
When you speakin' real shit, Griselda gotta get mentioned (huh)
We chip the rock off the block that hip-hop was invented
Not logic, but profit, justify the consequence in it (okay)
Balenciaga on my collar with the ostrich stitched in it (woo!)
We did robberies and ate lobsters, my momma's my witness
As a hustler, I stayed hungrier than my competition
That's real shit, my OGs bought bricks and gave pointers to us
Then I joined 'em doin' it, now I'm talkin' white like Joyner Lucas
This for my 28 pointer movers (my hustlers)
And for the kids who never lived how I did, but still enjoy the music
If you wonderin', see that's my choice, I do it
That and the fact I'm still the best
And built a rep I can't afford to ruin
Now they see us and want the formula to it, nah
'Cause you gotta play the corner
Before you actually makin' corner music
Eastside Buffalo, ain't nothing but shooters here
Learned more from my mixtape than they did in they junior year
When the plane land, we roll up, light up, pollute the air
I went to meet a plug and brought my team back a souvenir
This for money I blew and should've saved
The chicks I gave my heart to, knowin' I should've played
To my connect, if I face death, I wouldn't name (silent)
I did a bid and came back to my hood, it was the same
I'm the quarterback, I'm probably the reason we took the game
And if we lost, I handled it equal and took the blame
Got some game from a old head from my block (what he say?)
He said, "Be careful 'cause them niggas 'round you want your spot"
Ah!

Uh, huh
If everybody a killer, who the victim then, huh?
The Butcher, nigga