[Intro: Benny the Butcher]

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The Butcher coming n***a
My n***a Kapitol P
Yeah, Let's go

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Ran 100 miles in these Diors and I ain’t tired yet
Can't excuse my prior acts so they want me on wiretaps (Damn)
I'm in my city still, riding strapped
Fuck a shooter
That’s me with that mask on like I ain't vaxed
Street game, I was bred into this
You know, you gotta cut a snake's throat cause only the head venomous
It's goofy n***as out here and hustlers who dead serious
From eating fed dishes to ordering eggs Benedict
Fighting demons I fеlt like I defeatеd but
Seems like them greedy fucks came back when I heated up
Would say I'm having nightmares, but I ain't been sleeping much
Having the cash, n blowing and still I wonder what keeps me up the most (n***a) I got a plug on every coast
Cause soon as I'm tired of this rap shit It's Adios (Adios)
And I ain’t talking dope
I’m talking music, fashion, and hope
That's Growth
How could you be mad at a goat
Probably caught me at Caesar’s palace on Alicia's rapid
Or the field, before the game while my team get practice
Or the Puma show front row next to Ian actors
So fly I could post a pic that won't need a caption (uh uh)
Yeah, who brought this street shit to these fucking labels (Me n***a)
When this shit died, I was like the jumper cables (like the Jumper cables)
So, I don't want to hear these rappers hustling fables
The next thing out your mouth should be a fucking thank you
Welcome n***a (Butcher)
[Interlude: Kapitol P]

You already know, make sure you Kapitol P when you mention me
Real Murda Boy Shit

[Verse 2: Kapitol P]
Fresh pair of pradas I stepped on bricks stamp was designer
Raised on the chalie either get shot or catch you a body
I know youngins who risk they life just for diamonds from eliante’
Whenever we catch cases we gone right em like gervontae'
Separate the elite from the n***as that can't compete
Then incorporate it with street what you get Benny and P
And I don't like to fuck with these rappers that can't relate
To long hours by the blender highways carrying weight
Every n***a with me solid prepared to carry his weight
I know heavys in every state I can get you buried today
Flashbacks 10 years ago when I caught the case and the feds sent me away couldn't look in my mothers face
My lawyer fees paid and my commissary was straight
I was in the visiting room with balloons making it shake
Ten years later I'm bout to go cop my mama the Raif , I came home to a lot in my late lot was as steak
From chi raq to buffalo bills come by the duffle though
I just took a L for like 50 less than a month ago
You reach for me I reach for you Ima go the extra mile check the files interrogation rooms I never made a sound
Can't believe all of that shit you see in a post
Looking at the picture you think he richer he really broke
What happened to Richard 30 years later happen to Poe
One thing you gotta know is that karma coming for sho