The Butcher coming, nigga
Yeah, you know what I mean
Cocaine shit sexy
Straight like that though
Yeah
You gotta just relax, just relax
And allow yourself to focus your approach
And never let them bullshit you
So bullets like toilet paper, you buy both of them in bulk
I'm that quintessential hustler, don't get gassed off rap quotes
I put glass in the game like that backboard shack, bro
I'm just as hot as Tabasco when popping in rap mode
Look who traded in that .44 mag for a lab coat
I'm in the operation room—how could I hit a plateau
With a bird for Griselda to stack, whoa
In a black truck at LAX, in the back thinking, how can I rap woke
When I told them sell dope already—how can I backstroke?
Street dreams, I guess I'm guilty of the things I told them not to do
That bird talking to me like a cockatoo
Shocked as you—I really had to take over a block or two
Went so hard in that pot, nigga, my watch missing a rock or two
Yup, you know them single carat stones
Can't blame my single parent home, nah
Cause it was nights, wasn't a single parent home—damn
Black truck to JFK
Mack truck on the way upstate
K-Lo K, she gotta have an ass or a J-Lo face
I think I'm in love, my plug daughter got an angel face
Angle straight slicing through a brick like it's angel cake
Ain't no way—I seen empires shrinking
That made their alliance weaken
Then the henna tried to feed 'em
Got burnt from that fire breathing
I had to slay dragons—I thought I was fighting demons
I just stayed locked in, still rhyming like I ain't eating
We used to beef over blocks
Now I eat beef off the rock
At a steakhouse in Turks
Chain out, no shirt, like a boss
If I point a finger out, you go first
I'm a dog, nigga—I cut a whole wall off cold turkey
As quick as I'm in and out her, I can forget about her
Make her cold—the next nigga won't get no feelings out her
You gotta trust what you see
Let your wives be the proof
There's three sides to every story
Yours, mine, and the truth
