Benny vs. Carlito
The Butcher
The motherfuckin' Butcher
Griselda... uhh
You know how I like it
(You know how I like it)
You gotta roll up and smoke niggas off the jump (off top)
Let niggas have it
Yeah, uhh
I really grew up 'round hard buyers
My moms cryin', it hurt to see her son behind that barb wire
I had a trunk full of raw ridin' up the Interstate, the Porsche flyin'
Smokin' dutches with the car lighter
It's all science, I cooked up powder, it was all timin'
Hooked on phonics for the small minded
Y'all small timers, huh? With small paper and small diamonds
We vacationin' on small islands
Yeah, I got a drum for every rapper breathin'
That's word for every ounce I cooked and cracked in pieces (my word)
From the trap, but now we packin' theaters
Don't let the rap mislead you
'Cause I could be the one who actually squeeze it
I entered the game, real as they came
'Cause that stick even when the dough diminish and fade (facts)
New brush, spinnin' my waves
These young wild niggas I raised
It's hard, I can't keep these killers contained (nah)
Yeah, I made it, that's where I count it at (count it at)
And I'm proud of that, these hoes fuck us for a follow back
I run my team like Red Auerbach
We smokin' dope out the jar, the blunt tastin' like a sour patch
It's a blessin' to live like a boss, ain't it? (ain't it)
All these bad bitches, my kicks is a car payment (payment)
I be out in Cali, I'm at where the stars stay
The homies in the hood say it feel like we all made it (yeah)
I did it 'cause they ain't think I could
I got a knack for meetin' plugs, so in every era we was good (nigga)
Don't talk on phones if I think they bugged
These young niggas hit my Snap
And they say trappin' playin' Me & Doug
I said a prayer and hope God believe us
I ran the field for them pies, I was wide receiver
Only the chosen few gon' thrive as leaders
Now I'm the coach, I got a spot right beside the bleachers
Butcher, nigga
And it's only for my niggas
All my day one niggas, man
All my stand up niggas
(And it's only for my niggas)
I'm with my same niggas
Same niggas I was broke with, still with them niggas
(Only for my niggas)
Same niggas I be shining with, shiny jewels, spikey shoes
(This one only for my niggas)
Knahmean, jumpin' out of foreigns and shit
Fuckin' all these bitches, gettin' this money
Same niggas I was broke with, it's for my niggas
The motherfuckin' Butcher
Griselda... uhh
You know how I like it
(You know how I like it)
You gotta roll up and smoke niggas off the jump (off top)
Let niggas have it
Yeah, uhh
I really grew up 'round hard buyers
My moms cryin', it hurt to see her son behind that barb wire
I had a trunk full of raw ridin' up the Interstate, the Porsche flyin'
Smokin' dutches with the car lighter
It's all science, I cooked up powder, it was all timin'
Hooked on phonics for the small minded
Y'all small timers, huh? With small paper and small diamonds
We vacationin' on small islands
Yeah, I got a drum for every rapper breathin'
That's word for every ounce I cooked and cracked in pieces (my word)
From the trap, but now we packin' theaters
Don't let the rap mislead you
'Cause I could be the one who actually squeeze it
I entered the game, real as they came
'Cause that stick even when the dough diminish and fade (facts)
New brush, spinnin' my waves
These young wild niggas I raised
It's hard, I can't keep these killers contained (nah)
Yeah, I made it, that's where I count it at (count it at)
And I'm proud of that, these hoes fuck us for a follow back
I run my team like Red Auerbach
We smokin' dope out the jar, the blunt tastin' like a sour patch
It's a blessin' to live like a boss, ain't it? (ain't it)
All these bad bitches, my kicks is a car payment (payment)
I be out in Cali, I'm at where the stars stay
The homies in the hood say it feel like we all made it (yeah)
I did it 'cause they ain't think I could
I got a knack for meetin' plugs, so in every era we was good (nigga)
Don't talk on phones if I think they bugged
These young niggas hit my Snap
And they say trappin' playin' Me & Doug
I said a prayer and hope God believe us
I ran the field for them pies, I was wide receiver
Only the chosen few gon' thrive as leaders
Now I'm the coach, I got a spot right beside the bleachers
Butcher, nigga
And it's only for my niggas
All my day one niggas, man
All my stand up niggas
(And it's only for my niggas)
I'm with my same niggas
Same niggas I was broke with, still with them niggas
(Only for my niggas)
Same niggas I be shining with, shiny jewels, spikey shoes
(This one only for my niggas)
Knahmean, jumpin' out of foreigns and shit
Fuckin' all these bitches, gettin' this money
Same niggas I was broke with, it's for my niggas
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Writer(s): James D'agostino, Jeremie Pennick
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