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I´ve been on both sides of that gun, but only one last
Desensitized to the applause, but I was trained to clap back
I´m scrapin´ away for some plaque

I was kickin´ it with them scammers, tryna break in that trap
While you was playin´ hacky sack
And they´ll put a bag on your head, same ones who pat you on the back
And that´s fact
These streamers thinkin´ that I´m a joke, I got hacks
Fuck your chat
They tryna put cheese on my lil´ head, they finna need more than some Jack
Packs and racks, free lil´ Scrap, I´m still pullin´ up with that MAC
We on a PJ, Elton John, but I have to play some shit back
And that´s until the jet crash, we hoppin´ up out on jet packs
These bitches be dick pullin´, but I ain´t leave them shells just to crack

Or get set up by a nat
She bend the dick ´til it snap
That´s ex Benny
But better yet, they gettin´ us both on the track
They know that it´s Prem in the back
I´m throwin´ the lean in the trash
Addicted to the bad, it hurts so good, but it´s sad
Would you rather have his son with a habit he denies that he has?
Or a thot daughter who love to drink, like which one´s a happy dad?
I´m peepin´ the clouds in my coffee of her face, half and half
Like why they callin´ him Kosher?
´Cause he gon´ slaughter the calf, the golden calf
Fuck it, I slaughter all my idols when I pass ´em

Pass ´em to the butcher with a mic on the staff
They feelin´ my wrath, enough tears to fill up the bath
They say blood thicker than water, I´m tryna tell you that´s cap (Yeah)
They say blood thicker than water, but that water was brackish, go ask the butcher (Yeah)

Uh, how these rappers gon´ chill when I´m puttin´ Nike Airs on they throats?
Shit I saw it with my own eyes, gave me nightmares
When I woke, met a red coupe, roll with the devil
Crack heads too, both ´em together
That shit is true, black kids never really get to grow old in the ghetto
Black and yellow racin´ stripes on a 911

Tryna keep up with us, now or never
I know street niggas who got good intentions, but they smoke people, so they not in Heaven
I´m a renegade by law
You gon´ have to fight me if you say I´m not a legend
Since seventeen, all my sixteens been top five of the modern era
And niggas tried, but they choked at it
Ended up with a coke habit
And I stepped on that same dope that put Jay Rock in that Volkswagen
I´m a gunslinger, knife-handler, mop sticks like the Night Janitor
Mugshot on the broadside, got a nigga startin´ out the light cameras
Caged in, times a nigga feel boxed in
Box suites just to see a nigga box ten rounds, I´m locked in

Rolex box on the dresser next to a boombox like I´m Rakim, I´m him
Belt next to a toolbox, but I´m not Tim, it´s Big Butch, ah

I lived to rap about it on some Prem shit
Primo, now I´m in the stu´ with Prem
Yeah, get it right
BLP KOSHER, Benny the Butcher, DJ Premier, Premo