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Bad Guy (feat. Dave East & Klass Murda)

de Benny The Butcher

Took a lot just to get here (Took a whole lot)
Trunk's in the front, not the rear now (Summertime Butch)
This life ain't sweet as it appear
(Don't believe everythin' you see)
Don't get caught in the light like a deer
How niggas fight for their wife when we appear
(Shit funny like Black Soprano Family)
Better hold her close (These are the real Sopranos)
(That took a lot)
Pulled up in that Rari, homie thought he saw a ghost
(Ah, we know better than we knew last year)
Big BSF, light the blunt, make a toast
We didn't have a lot, now we do the most (The Butcher comin')
Yo, let's go

Ah, I jumped on the road to riches and then the stress came (The stress came)
A good plug in this shit, like an express lane (Express)
I'm talkin' pressed 'caine (Pressed 'caine)
That's cool, but we don't do finesse games (Uh-uh)
We never hand connects and correct change (Nah)
Been the most consistent this decade (Yeah)
I'm a boa constrictor to next made
Niggas choke when the best came (That's me)
The life of jefe, and let's say y'all niggas do make it this far
I pray it's more money and less fame
Target on my back, I'm livin' life in the public eye
And long as I shuck and jive, they don't give a fuck if I win or lose
Every hustler love to shine when it's summer time
With patience of a butterfly
Now tell me how the fuck could I hinder you? (How?)
Sometimes every hero gotta make villain moves
These whips just rewards for what I motivate niggas through
Yeah, the pain and the passion
The game, then the action, it's like a chain reaction, it's Butch'

Took a lot just to get here
Trunk's in the front, not the rear now
This life ain't sweet as it appears
Don't get caught in the light like a dear
How niggas fight for their wife when we appear, better hold her close
Pulled up in that Rari, homie thought he saw a ghost
(We gotta do this shit the right way, it's only way)
Big BSF, light the blunt, make a toast (Summertime Butch')
We didn't have a lot, now we do the most

I'm the head of the family on both sides, to rappers I co-signed
Even at home, I'm givin' coach vibes
Every day I weigh the pros, cons, the lows, highs
I broke both knobs, both times, post-crime
The city saw with it's own eyes
That's my brother, if these niggas start talkin', we gotta both hide
We ain't like most guys
I don't spend my summers dodgin' bullets, nah
I be on coastlines takin' boat rides
While street niggas love for cash that strong
We go harder in the summer, 'cause it don't last that long
They say I should be used to cold, because in Buffalo it snowed
But nah, that ain't how it go, y'all niggas had that wrong
It's the warm weather, see we not used to that at all
So when it's hot, bodies drop and hoods clash at war
So much smoke in the town, you need a gas mask on
Just talkin' 'bout it, I get flashbacks, dawg
I made it out, though

Took a lot just to get here (It took a lot, ayo, Ray Moon)
Trunk's in the front, not the rear now (You know, we the biggest)
This life ain't sweet as it appears
(We just make it look good though, ah)
Don't get caught in the light like a dear (Summertime Butch)
How niggas fight for their life when we appear, better hold her close
Pulled up in that Rari, homie thought he saw a ghost
(Black Soprano Family, the biggest)
Big BSF, light the blunt, make a toast (Ah)
We didn't have a lot, now we do the most

Summer 2024 (Most)
I wanna dedicate this to baby Ramone Carter (Most)
He lost his life first day of summer in Buffalo, New York
Didn't have a lot but, now we have the—
I'ma get your name tatted on me (Woah)
You gon' live forever, baby boy (Most, ah)
Buffalo kids (Most, Summertime Butch')
Didn't have a lot but, now we have the

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