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
