Uh-huh, Ideal October London, Voodie on the beat (Yeah) And we got the Butcher in this bitch (Yo, Ideal, I got you on this) Let's go I never claimed to be a dear, dear God, but when they see me, they nod I don't believe in these facades, fames of fever dream mirage Just yankin' on my chain, like a Vietnamese massage But takin' offense to cross it over, that's what keep me on my guard See, as a teen, ain't need a job, it was way easier to rob So, yeah, I took a couple losses, just to even up the odd Bad snakes be double-crossin', if they creep up on my lawn Let my double-rail shotgun out and leave that gravy on (Uh) Take a week to make a song, some people think that's way too long Take the weak and make 'em strong, songs creatin' gangs from porn I'll sleep the day I'm gone, my nights read the day it lawn (Hello) Free'd the trees to keep me calm, eager the streets I came up on Spend the keys, like Ray Poupon, to all my OG's in day one Before the Meek and hair red, heard of them sayin', shit get raid upon I put the flame to the beat, service streets gon' play for this later, yawn And just in case I'm wrong, it's time The Butcher came along (The Butcher comin', nigga) They tried to spite me, they treadin' lightly Kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely They throwin' shade, then I'm right where the sun be If you only remember one thing, let it be the crown Let it be the crown They tell me "Kill 'em with kindness", but soon as it stop workin' Do it the old-fashioned way, shots fly, like they Doc Irvin (True) I can rhyme circles around you with live verses (Live verses) And since y'all don't give a fuck, I'ma make sure they divert you It's past gettin' my flowers, over-achiever 'Member Shay told me, "You a leader, but you don't know your power" I'm thinkin', did Malcolm wonder? That that picture with that gun In the window would turn to memes, posters, and album covers? Uh, who made you gangsters? (Who?) Y'all crew makin' statements They want me stuck to the wall, like that blue tape you paint with They tell me I think I'm better, how? We all from the sewer (We all from the hood) 'Cause bein' an entrepreneur is like a narcissist to 'em But I broke down the politics, squeeze guns like condiments All the shit I did, I'm still here, that's astonoshin' Visioned myself winnin', 'fore I hopped in this lane Like Mike saw himself hittin' them big shots in the game, it's Butch They tried to spite me, they treadin' lightly Kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely They throwin' shade, then I'm right where the sun be If you only remember one thing, let it be the crown Let it be the crown And when it comes to drugs and music, I'm only fuckin' with the purest Third verses, schedule one, broke the judges and the jurors Verdict is 'Murdered it', as my words burden conservatives I'm mixin' urban Bourbon with my curby, topsy, turvy bitch Gettin' twisted, like a turner kit who liftin' for the turbulence Kick raps and act, it's nourishment, get strapped and have the currents hit Laughin' at the rats who feel like acrobats and circuses 'Cause they lack the facts they had to have to capture that we purposed it Before I had a rap sheet, we wear track meets and turneries Detour, then resorted to run it back, streets and burglurin' Back when backseats was the last thing that had us worryin' My path was out of a trap, came to this rap dream to burry it I learned your past ain't permanent, it's action that reverses it I went from movin' keys to be in Burbank and rap with words and shit Why you passin' that refurbishment? Imagine what you and yours could get With compassion and burdened passion and a fraction of encouragement They tried to spite me, they treadin' lightly Kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely They throwin' shade, then I'm right where the sun be If you only remember one thing, let it be the crown Let it be the crown