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The Blue Building

de Benny The Butcher

Summertime Butch'
Ayo, it's still a lot to unpack
(These are the real Sopranos)
Don't tell me y'all think y'all know everythin' about me already
Let's start right here though

Us bein' the black sheep of the family
I took the burdens my mother carried
Only visited once to where my brother buried
Ain't no surprise all my talents was culinary
They say the sample don't fall too far from the beat
Like, you know the apple don't fall too far from the tree
How would I know? My biological pops, we ain't meet
That puzzled me, nah, 'cause literally, I was the missin' piece
Walkin' up the block to see my older partners kick it
And then I would be influenced after watchin' niggas
So influenced that I'd seen the movie, and even though he died
I still wanted to be Cane after watchin' Menace
When it's in your veins, who can you blame? It's strange
They askin' me my goals and I'm runnin' out of shit to name
I just feel like after the Lord bless you
And you make it out in one piece, anythin' else is extra
The feds wanna check a possession charge on my record
'Cause outside of music, I made a killin' like Phil Spector
If pressure make diamonds, well, guess I'm a watch collector
Who the fuck I'm kiddin'? I'm really a watch collector, ah

Lord knows I got a fight in me
Now all these blessings fallin' down on me
Got a problem, take it up with the team
What don't concern them don't concern me
My biggest haters say they proud of me
Tried to lock me out, I found the key
I'm the blueprint, now they followin' me
The mob is mobbin' deep, that's all that I need, and oh (Ah)

You know the money won't ever compare to love
I still keep a stick and pair of gloves, like I'm Aaron Judge
I know y'all thought I was finished after they shot me
My rise since been godly, guess God rinsed my body in gold
Trolls tell me I got dissed by Cole on my record
I'm like: Is y'all slow? That's my nigga
We havin' hour-long conversations from home
I'm pickin' his brain on my way to the throne
I ain't no dumb nigga
I ain't get here focusin' on figures alone
I played more of the distributor role
He told me: Butch', if you see yourself winnin', you got a vision to throw
I'm doin' freestyles, spittin' in cold, that's real shit
I went to Switzerland, Rolex shoppin'
Fucked around and bought a Hublot, you know life's funny like that
We say Sopranos, 'cause we really mean the mob
And besides all that family shit, I'm really gettin' money like that
Butch

Lord knows I got a fight in me
Now all these blessings fallin' down on me
Got a problem, take it up with the team
What don't concern them don't concern me
My biggest haters say they proud of me
Tried to lock me out, I found the key
I'm the blueprint, now they followin' me
The mob is mobbin' deep, that's all that I need, and oh

Summertime Butch'

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