You know about Young Butch, you know
Uh
A'ight
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I was just about to say that you know darg
Aye, listen
It's who said that
It's the CEO of this ting
Aye
I can make a bullet jam in your throat
But all I know is carrots and coke
I yak hard 'cause I grew around savages though
I'm big guns, got bars and my talent it flows
I can carry a load of big sticks and
I ain't trying to balance your boat
Let's split wigs, head back couldn't manage the coke
I'm a real trap **** still banging a boat
I move quicker than Bolt
Give little **** the hope
Fuck about, I just give them the rope
Ask, he's a bitch, I should give him a rose
Made so much P's off the flower
Ask Om, two bricks in 48 hours
Can't step in my shoes
I spent a whole three nights just stepping on food
I got them thinking I'm a regular dude
I make a **** get squirt like I stepped on a tube
I could've been that **** stuck in a school
Instead I was that silly **** bucking a tool
Dreamed of trying to be that **** stuck in a coupe
I got cream, had to be that **** copping the food
I ain't trying to die as a sinner
But **** won't rest 'til I sky like vanilla
Yam, your crew's dinner
Treat outsiders like fam you're too inner
Looking real stupid trying to be a winner
**** better face it, I'm a huge figure
Real chip off the Gloucester block
Fuck a glass jaw ****, mazel tov
On the M1 with a block of dust
Try name another rapper that can fuck with us
Brung out the strap
Run out the MAC, them **** run out the back
Done out the clip, sprung out the trap
They said we're going too hard and took the fun out of rap
Brung out the strap
Run out the MAC, them **** run out the back
Done out the clip, sprung out the trap
They said we're going too hard and took the fun out of rap
I told them I'm running the game and I meant it
Superman in the booth, I Clark Kent it
If it ain't about money, I can't sense it
Remember me shotting the cats, the park bench shit
The park bench shit, tent shit
****, the guns are expensive
Squeeze off, one of you punks in intensive
Talking about wetting the scene up, I drenched it
I'm back on that Fem shit
Ready to clap the MAC-10 shit
Don't get me back on that Spen shit
I watch from out of this world, the Ben 10 shit
I don't come from a happy house
I get it cracking when I roll with the maccy out
You better know when you back it out
Squeeze off 'cause I'm gonna let the maccy shout
Shit's mad risky
So when I hit the club, I've got the mag with me
Yeah, I brought the suttin' in the cab with me
'Cause a **** might be buzzing and be mad tipsy
Mean mugging in the back with C
You can find knuckles where the cartridge be
Kick back a little R&B
Chicks want a picture 'cause I'm an artist D
But back to the bargaining B
To the dope heads 'cause here's where the bargains be
SN1 hat, talking the hardest T
Getting money with my walk in the park seat
These **** far from street
They ain't rap stars, these **** R&B
Yeah, they went and let an arsonist free
Had a bag of straps, a **** mastered heat
Brung out the strap
Run out the MAC, them **** run out the back
Done out the clip, sprung out the trap
They said we're going too hard and took the fun out of rap
Brung out the strap
Run out the MAC, them **** run out the back
Done out the clip, sprung out the trap
They said we're going too hard and took the fun out of rap

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Daniel Collins.