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Brrrr, 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 flying down to Florida Ride around exploring, uh Buying brown in Chinatown, tying down the corner Every king will be crowned It ain't no hiding out from karma, uh Clip go out the window and throw the iron out the Honda Neighbors hear that thing growling like a lion out Rwanda uh The landlord wouldn't hand us the keys So I move my plans up to speed Now I'm standing in Alexander McQueen I was out gambling, chancing my dreams Root of the family trees So I can never sleep on a hammock in peace They was just comparing y'all legends to me yesterday Especially him standing next to me, he's featherweight Bump heads, he wasn't expecting to meet leather face Background check, came back with a clean resume Letras de canciones The Butcher, nigga Yeah, what these rappers don't do is resonate Let's set it straight, I ran more rackets than any tennis grade Won't hesitate, getting fed a bed of grapes on like ten estates Don't let us wait, a roasted array of veggies with bread and steak Don't set a plate for that nigga there cause he wasn't bread a ape Let's celebrate My man's home from selling weight, got eleven crates I told him, look, why don't you meditate on a better rate He said, nah, but he ain't no hella wait next to Heaven's Gates Then he states, I'll see you in hell I told him to set the date Cause I've seen eight sections of hell while living in Section 8 As a youth was labeled a bad boy but still blessed with faith Check the tapes, you'll see me hopping fences when they investigate Yeah, I ain't never been nothing less than great A little bit of Pac J, Nas, Pun, DMX, and Face Nah, you ain't never seen these impressive traits Let's debate and pin your location and I'll address your hate Hey y'all, standing over the stove I show you how to cook a key A quarter brick over each eye My nigga, look at me Fuck turning one into two I'm a push for three And if I gotta bring it to you I need a booking fee Look at these rap niggas acting like hoes I picked a mother load up, then tackled my goals I probably made more sales than Apple with phones All I did was break bricks and drop them like I'm accident prone That's fair put, I'm a rare crook And if you dare look like something's wrong you'll get your air took Niggas get found dead barefoot For a profit, I put everybody in boxes like a yearbook Huh, your heart's where fear put Stop acting like a thug when you soft and a weird puss My dress cold got them scared shook All kind of furs, midnight tonight I might wear a wolf Trust From Letras Mania