Brr, The Butcher comin', nigga
My nigga 38 Spesh
STABBED & SHOT 2
Let's go

Powder, I endorsed it, I had to monetize my market
The only trapper to put an ATM outside of my apartment
Hustlers ride around in Porsches
yes men crowd around in Bosses
We got plugs from flyin' down to Florida
ridin' 'round explorin', uh
Buyin' brown in Chinatown, tyin' down the corner
Every king will be crowned
it ain't no hidin' out from karma, uh
Clip go out the window, we throw that iron out the Honda
Neighbors hear that thing growlin'
like a lion out Rwanda, uh
The landlord wouldn't hand us the key
So I moved my plans up to speed
now I'm standin' in Alexander McQueen
I was out gamblin' chancin' my dreams
Root of the family tree
so I can never sleep on a hammock in peace
They was just comparin' y'all legends to me yesterday
Especially him standin' next to me, he's featherweight
Bumped heads, he wasn't expectin' to meet Leatherface
Background check, came back with a clean resume
The Butcher, nigga (ah)

Yeah, what these rappers don't do is resonate (nah)
Let's set it straight, I ran more rackets
than any tennis great
Won't hesitate (never) gettin' fed a bed of grapes
on like ten estates
Don't let us wait (yeah) a roast array of veggies
with bread and steak
Don't set a plate (why?) for that nigga there (ah)
'cause he wasn't bred an ape
Let's celebrate (yes) my man's home
from sellin' weight, got eleven crates (woo)
I told him Look (look)
why don't you meditate on a better rate? (Come on)
He said: Nah (what?)
but he ain't know hell awaits next to Heaven's gates (ah)
Then he states: I'll see you in Hell
I told them to set the date (I'll be there)
'Cause I've seen eight sections
of hell while livin' in section eight (damn)
As a youth, was labelled a bad boy
but still blessed with faith (yes)
Check the tapes, you'll see me hoppin'
fences when they investigate (come on)
Yeah, I ain't never been nothin' less than great (never)
A little bit of 'Pac, Jay, Nas, Pun, DMX and 'Face (uh-huh)
Nah, you ain't never seen these impressive traits (never)
Less debating, pin your location and I'll address your hate

Ayo, standin' over the stove, I'll show you how to cook a ki
A quarter brick over each eye, my nigga, look at me
Fuck turnin' one into two, I'ma push for three
And if I got to bring it to you, I need a bookin' fee
Look at these rap niggas actin' like hoes
I pick them other load up, then tackle my goals
I probably made more sales than Apple with phones
All I did was break bricks
and drop 'em like I'm accident prone
That's fair put, I'm a rare crook
And if you dare look like somethin' wrong
you get your air took
Niggas get found dead, barefoot
For a profit, I'll put everybody in boxes like a yearbook
Huh, your heart's where it fair put
Stop actin' like a thug when you soft and a weird puss
My dress code got 'em scared, shook
All kind of furs, midnight, tonight I might wear a wolf
Trust