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Chopin: Valse - Excerpt

de Benny The Butcher

I told y'all niggas, quit playin' with us, man
The Butcher comin', nigga
Fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout? (Hahahah)
Ayo, Daringer, you crazy for this shit, nigga
This that STABBED & SHOT 2 (It's not even a question, nigga)
38, what up? (Ain't even talkin' about, nigga)
You know niggas can't take it when we on it like this (Ah)

Yo, I sat biddin', my sentence long, name written on prison walls (Ooh)
My bitch took off, my team held it down and my chips was gone (I was broke)
My mental off, it feel like a nigga gon' kill a guard (Damn)
These villain bars, nigga, I'm GZA from Liquid Swords
In a 'Vette, New York plates that sit on my bitches lawn
My connect like All-State, you can leave with the brick insured
Fuck that boujee shit (Fuck all that)
We gettin' ours if the kitchen small (Fuck all that)
With a blick of course, a hot plate of pot and an extension cord
Before Stabbed & Shot 1, I had a cocaine flow (I had a cocaine flow)
My cannon talk like Shannon Sharp on a post-game show (Brr)
I get a block, make a twin, get a spot and break it in
I'm up enough to have my block on twenty-K a day again, huh
Niggas won't snatch the crown, nah, I'm back around (Nah)
All these rappers I slapped around like Floyd vs Pacquiao
Who you know roll with shooters and flew with a pack of loud?
My neck cooler so, my bitch a cougar like Jackie Brown
Black Sopranos, we a loyal gang (Family)
I brought a hoard of 'cane back in the Camry, then got the oil changed
If they stop, you get my lawyer name (You get my lawyer name)
Do your boy this favor
And you can make triple what your employer pay you (Woo)
I heard him speakin' and knew they was birds and leeches
As soon as it turn to beef, then these pussies gon' turn to vegan (Ah)
First rule, burn somethin', you never return the heater
Get that strap back, it'll have niggas singin' like Shirley Caesar
Let's go, ah

Huh, ayo, livin' the rap life ain't where I got my cash right from
I lived a fast life, I ain't have a past like them
I learned if you don't chase bitches, then the cash might come
My bag heavy, yours lighter than my half-white son
Huh, you ain't have your stacks right, you're actin' dumb
A charity case, you're nothin' but a tax-write bum
Got me wonderin' where you get your advice from
You 'round them bitches so much that you act like one
Huh, huh, my Spanish hoes call me Papito
We was the ones up top that knocked CO's
In the county, we made gumbo from hot Cheetos
Humble, I came home and got kilos
Y'all bums asked for help and got free clothes
Then turned to alcoholics and got egos
So run in my house with your friends like Casamigos
And I give y'all all shots for cheap, but it's not Tito's

Life is real, you might come up or you might get killed
I'm with my folk, oldheads always with the smoke, Cypress Hill
Thirty in a box, was tightly sealed, they heard you like to steal
A few connects done threw some checks on you, you caught a Nike deal
Your favorite rapper fake and they gon' press him, just like the pills
He takes, but won't accept his fate, no matter how high he feels
Got some friends in Hell, but it feels like they right beside me still
Got friends in jail for bodies, and friends with bodies who not in jail
Sad story, if you ain't live this shit, it's mad corny
Mez had one brick left and he broke it in half for me
It's back on me, wolves is outside, the pack's hungry
Glass up between my drivers seats, like cab companies
Player hit the pen' one-ten, came back husky
Crack custy, always ask: Front me, I'll be back, trust me (Trust me)
The money's all good till it's bad (Yeah), and that's ugly (Ugly)
Walkin' past undies, I dap junkies (What up?), yeah, my trap loves me
You sat comfy as we starved and suffered (Uh-huh)
If someone was knockin' hard as fuck, I'd flush the almond butter
Call the plumber (Call the plumber)
Stay up and up with all your plugs, you always got each other
Got love for grams like my father's mother (OT)

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