Battle Scars (feat. Benny the Butcher)

Back to winning off each acquisition (Let's go)

I've seen capped up visions lead the adolescence into bad positions (Fucked up)

Schemin' dreams of goin' from rags to riches (Riches)

But even that shit switches

The snakes are friendly and the rats are vicious (What up?)

Oldhead's in the back of the store gettin' his numbers ready (Gettin' his numbers ready)

Served him a power ball, one hit and think he won already (Shit boomin')

Years ago was different flows, most came up on reggie (That was us)

They front you heavy and they double you down once it's steady (Keep goin')

I let the crack cook and trade it for a MacBook (I traded up)

Your big homie caught a rape and got his flag took (Haha!)

A bad look can be your last look (Last look)

On the run for guns and murder one

'Cause you scared to get that ass whooped (You scared)

Selling white lil' bags got us up when life was bad (That got us up)

Guns, knives and bats solved most of the fights we had (That's what's up)

If I expedite the cash, youngins coming lightning fast (Lightning fast)

Tryna shoot the Nike tag off his shiesty mask

Uh, stream millions, they give you rations for it

It take a four and ain't no passin' on it

Gang took a nap, I thought he OD'd while he was baggin' on it

Worked pots and I done ran blenders

My flow hard as sellin' bean pies to a clan member

Base ain't here for the canopies and the weather

Serve my girlfriend dad at the family get together

Street **** don't get dogs for emotional support

Pray killer finds strength for what he's goin' through in court

Some steaks are sold canned 'cause they [air roast you from ??] the horse

Skrrt from Nobu in a Porsche

With a purse [a tender???]

I feel like Butch with Gibbs' ho

At his birthday dinner

And your label CEO might buy you a ring next

But when bro done, I might make destiny cream next

Uh, if I'm ever asked to dance, I'ma cut a rug (The Butcher comin', ****)

You stand down to real folks, you like Brother Love (Agh)

Back the hawk out and start pokin' holes, leave broken bones

The type of beat to have a rapper scared to post his shows

We puttin' work, you probably won't condone (Y'all ain't gon' like this)

My first fight in prison was after chow over the 'mote control (My word)

You know the price in my city about a quarter a kilo ('Bout 25)

25, any higher, you insultin' my ego (Quit playin' with me)

About 28 to 32 what I'm charging to people

Paper had me beefin' with my family like Coi and Benzino

DEA want me hung, get my DNA on a gun

Take them easy plays when they come, this a PSA for the slums (This for the hood)

Your favorite singer with me, made her feed me grapes one on one (I made her do it)

You're not a power a couple, she is CNA, you a bum (You a bum, ****)

She know she with a rich a ****, I don't treat a date like a nun (Uh-uh)

I was taught you speak in place and you feed a snake by the crumb (Agh)

I was taught you plead your case

You can't beat the case? Then you run

You can lay low for a minute, you think you safe but you done

Yeah, done

You know, I stacked up 20 bands, stacked up 50 bands

I took losses on that plate, was back to 20 grand (I took losses)

Agh, call me Butch Sinatra, I did it my way (I did it my way)

Seven-figure crib with the six-figure driveway

It's Butch, ****