Fuck them other niggas, shit, my biggest opp was patience Another six figures on a table, I can taste it (That money) Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch, this Rollie like a bracelet Everythin´ residual, I´m out here gettin´ placements Unc´ was in the kitchen with the pots and the Mason (Whip, whip, whip) My fate was slowly comin´ out the water, like it´s Jason We don´t need role models, we need innovation I´m tellin´ you, I feel it in the air, ventilation Black Soprano Family, the new administration (Biggest BSF) My maneuverin´ is gracious, you must knew a nigga face it
I took two to miss some greats, you just do enough to make it I wrap you in a circle, like you hoggin´ up the blanket (Haha) I never seen a bitch I couldn´t fuck or a spaceship I never seen this kind of money workin´ on a dayshift (That´s facts) Two-hundred-somethin´-thousand out the mud what I wasted (That´s facts) My dream was right in front of me, I got up and I chased it Bitch, it´s Ricky, yo
Ayo, hustle for a cause (facts), so I´m ignorin´ cost Dirty text, all bitches waitin´ on me to respond
Underground king, but I got hits, like Chaka Khan (Khan) And a hundred hoes tryna introduce me to they mom (Mama love) I´m the boss type, I ain´t never fell in line I ain´t nothin´ like these fake Gs when they smell a line (Sniff) I don´t mix every niggas stories when I´m tellin´ mine But I, might got a lick for yours, when I´m sellin´ mine Uh, don´t fuck with the split, then never mind A nigga, once told me the same and he fell behind (Fell behind) I came in this world way beyond my time And then, put in more work in than all these niggas combined Uh, add it up, they don´t even do the math (Nigga, do the math)
By the time they catch up, I´ll be on to another bag (Another one) In the back of the Benz and I´m lettin´ burden blast Pourin´ DeLeon, if it´s stretched, fill it up my glass (If it´s stretched) I might not come in first, but it won´t be last (It won´t) If all else fails, I´m gon´ need another mask (Gon´ need it, nigga) But, I ain´t one of them niggas that´s always been want cash That´s why y´all be stayin´ out the way in this bucket of crabs Trackhawk off the lot, ´cause I fucked up the Jack (Skrrt, they know) Speed limit thirty, but I still do a buck and a half
I done went from rags to riches and finer things (Finer things, nigga) Sold dope for leathered coats and a diamond ring (That´s that shit) I ain´t the captain of the yacht, but I´m on the team (Wow) I´m hip-hop, like Big Pop´, it was all a dream (Haha) I´m representin´ for the low, and niggas call me Heem Every verse like good coke, all the bars be clean Niggas cryin´ out, broke, tryna ´cause a scene I was posted in the ghetto, servin´ all the fiends (They know, haha) See me out a hundred deep, I´m with all the Gs (I´m with the Gs, nigga)
Labels send another check, spend it all on peace (Haha) It´s the mob, nigga, few shooters and hard dealers I spent nights thinkin´ ´bout life with scarred killers We all villains (uh), no fillers, I´m Mike, Thriller I´m tryna Moonwalk on money and white tennis My life menace, black Glocks and white Lennon I come from bad blocks, where murder was good business This for the trenches (uh), help my niggas and pretty bitches And gangstas worldwide (haha), ridin´ round with them switches (The Butcher comin´, nigga!)
I had to block them hoes when I had that bread to get Then made her eat her friend pussy, you had to beg the bitch They wanna know how I became a millionaire so quick (How?) Project baby, raised off milk and eggs from wick (Uh) Before you ever heard of Butch, I was low-key rockin´ (Nigga) Whole key coppin´, straight drop, ain´t no re-rockin´ (No re-rockin´) Before them out of town shows, I was OT coppin´ (OT) Had packs jumpin´ out New York, like they Obi Toppin (Like they Obi Toppin) Three foreigns in a year, I´m gettin´ fat off this dough (I´m gettin´ fat)
And lappin´ niggas, so I´m still burnin´ calories though (Burnin´ calories though) She fuckin´ bro, but I won´t never get mad at the bro She fuck the team, she probably get in a reality show (Uh) They call me Benzy the Butcher when I´m veerin´ in this whip And I be starin´ at your bitch, like I´m starin´ at a brick (Uh) Hood nigga, so it´s really not a way to me, I´m rich I might be wearin´ all this shit at a charity event, uh (Damn) I hear all these hoes sayin´ they fuck-nigga free But what they really mean is they fuck niggas free (How?) When I made a quarter-million bucks in a week (Huh?)
And my bitch pushed that new Beamer truck through the streets (Skrrt, skrrt) Uh, rumors in the city, I ain´t put nobody on (Huh?) Lovey just finished his deal, Heem on shit with me and Dram´ Ricky on Breakfast Club, pissin´ everybody off (Haha) I´m chillin´, gettin´ fifty-somethin´ tonight, on the tour (Woo) So if it was really on, I would´ve spint back already Got your mint clapped already, I had y´all gift-wrapped already (I had y´all niggas gift-wrapped) I´m into gettin´ money though, I been at this cheddy ´Cause BSF really stand for Been Stackin´ Fetti, it´s the Butch, nigga