Ayo, you know every time I come back, my shit A1
Niggas be like, "Yo, ayo, you saved this rap shit"
I be like, "Nah, this rap shit saved me though"
(La música de Harry Fraud) Uh

When niggas said they need less trappers and more poets
I kept talkin´ to hustlers that´s more heroic
It´s a difference when you rise out the ghetto, come back and grow it
The game broke my heart in three places, I never show it
Close my eyes and the voice in my eardrums tell me ´fore the Feds come
To turn these bread crumbs to a hedge fund
Y´all the type to change your life when niggas survive shootings
You made it out alive, retired, and drive Uber
I laugh at this whole shit, how I captured it so quick, yeah
I ran the field with the passion of old Vick
Y´all dumb niggas broke ´cause money and accidents don´t mix

Trafficked my flow just like I´m back to my old tricks
Been a young legend, I caught flashes in ´06
Buttons on the driver´s side make the passenger door flip, yeah
I´ve been gettin´ a little too accurate, I need new challenges
You know the rules, if you move backwards, then you do calendars
For street niggas, I´m the new catalyst, but who fathomed it?
My heroes in federal sweat suits and New Balances
What´s the outcome for niggas like me? Where do I land?
I put a Prezi on my wrist when the streets forced my hand
Bumpin´ into old beef in my city, we spinnin´ blocks

There´s pressure until we get the respect you give your pops
Can only name a few rhymers who had it like, "Dude got it"
Make a list, huh, and I´m on they heels like shoe polish
I let niggas talk all last year, I was too modest
Whole gang up and my safe stuffed like a Jew wallet
Uh, I pray for block boys who phones doin´ fifteen hundreds
Just to turn the shit he pumpin´ into crispy hundreds
Yeah, okay, we know it´s rap, but don´t forget we hustlers
And how we used to bag dope up on empty stomachs

Uh, the Butcher comin´, nigga

Fuck niggas talkin´ ´bout?
Every time I come back, my shit A1
That´s why the niggas in the jails fuck with me
That´s why them niggas in the offices fuck with me
Ayo, Fraud, this shit crazy
This nostalgic, nigga
Shit feel like when Tony met Sosa
Ah, this for my niggas, man
I been ten toes down, that´s why my shit sound like this
I ain´t make none of this up
Big Griselda, Black Soprano Family
The Butcher comin´, nigga