[BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Yeah
Mic check, one-two
Uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)

Only can talk about this real shit, ´cause that´s what I been through
Yeah
Yo

[BENNY THE BUTCHER]
I was raised by a woman, so shout out to single mothers
Who had to teach their teenage boys to use rubbers
Gettin´ calls home from school, then wonderin´, why she buggin´
´Cause that´s just more stress to add on top of strugglin´
Few things I wanna show you, ´cause I feel like owe you
You made me the man I am today, I never told you
Dressed me in hand me down ´cause you couldn´t afford Polo

How it feel to see your two oldest boys´ names on logos?
Had to protect my family, so we played with guns
I can´t respect the man who don´t raise his son
Then you blame the white man on what they become
A gangster, but reality of it is, you made him one
Real niggas look in the mirror and see each other
I look in my nephew eyes and I see my brother
Sometimes I gotta look away ´cause it hurt so much
How that nigga died so young and he was worth so much? (Damn)

[Queen Naija]
Put your hands together for the work of the Most High (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I put my hands together and I pray, all night (Ah-ha, ah-ha)

´Cause the struggle is real but the hustle is too (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I´m flippin´ my dreams ´til they all come true (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I thank God I made it, thank God I made it
And you gon´ make it too (Ah-ha)

[BENNY THE BUTCHER]
This what happens when you take a path they force you to take
Like of course you gon´ break and leave no remorse on your face
´Cause somebody just got life in the courtroom today
When I walk, my chains make the sound my fork used to make
It remind me daily, all that´s sayin´ is you gotta pay me

That kinda crazy, find a new hustle, this not the ´80s
That ain´t gangster, how y´all rockin´, y´all droppin´ babies
And that ain´t fly shit y´all be rockin´, y´all mockin´ ladies
With no diplomas, we was soldiers, we got 380s
Put a hundred mil´ in my pocket, it´s not gon´ change me
I just signed a deal with the Roc and I got more wavy
Need a spot to hide the paper, the profit done got so crazy
Hol´ up, just today I swear I felt my brother´s spirit
Writin´ all this shit and, damn, I hope my brother hear it
Niggas scared of the Butcher, I know suckas fear it

´Cause niggas like me only come around every other era (Ah)

[Queen Naija]
Put your hands together for the work of the Most High (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I put my hands together and I pray, all night (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
´Cause the struggle is real but the hustle is too (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I´m flippin´ my dreams ´til they all come true (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I thank God I made it, thank God I made it
And you gon´ make it too (Ah-ha)