Coke Runs (feat. Ransom)

Brrrt, The Butcher comin', ****

My **** 38 Spesh

Stabbed & Shot 2, let's go

Powder, I endorsed it, I had to monetize my market

The only trapper to put an ATM outside of my apartment

Hustlers ride around in Porsches, yes-men crowd around in Bosses

We got plugs from flyin' down to Florida, ride around explorin', uh

Buyin' brown in Chinatown, tyin' down the corner

Every king will be crowned, it ain't no hidin' out from karma, uh

Clip go out the window and throw the iron out the Honda

Neighbors hear that thing growlin' like a lion out Rwanda, uh

The landlord wouldn't hand us the keys, so I move my plans up to speed

Now I'm standin' in Alexander McQueen

I was out gamblin', chancin' my dreams

Root of the family tree, so I can never sleep on a hammock in peace

They was just comparin' y'all legends to me yesterday

Especially him standin' next to me, he's featherweight

Bump heads, he wasn't expectin' to meet Leatherface

Background check, came back with a clean resume

The Butcher, ****

Yeah, what these rappers don't do is resonate

Let's set it straight, I ran more rackets than any tennis grade

Won't hesitate, I'm gettin' fed a bed of grapes on like ten estates

Don't let us wait, a roasted array of veggies with bread and steak

Don't set a plate for that **** there 'cause he wasn't bread a ape

Let's celebrate, my man's home from sellin' weight, got eleven crates

I told him, "Look, why don't you meditate on a better rate?"

He said, "Nah," but he ain't know Hell awaits next to Heaven's Gates

Then he states, "I'll see you in Hell," I told him to set the date

'Cause I've seen eight sections of Hell while livin' in Section 8

As a youth, was labeled a bad boy, but still blessed with faith

Check the tapes, you'll see me hoppin' fences when they investigate

Yeah, I ain't never been nothin' less than great

A little bit of Pac, J, Nas, Pun, DMX, and Face

Nah, you ain't never seen these impressive traits

Let's debate and pin your location and I'll address your hate

Aye, yo, standin' over the stove, I show you how to cook a key

A quarter brick over each eye, my ****, look at me

Fuck turnin' one into two, I'ma push for three

And if I gotta bring it to you, I need a bookin' fee

Look at these rap **** actin' like hoes

I picked a mother load up, then tackled my goals

I probably made more sales than Apple with phones

All I did was break bricks and drop 'em like I'm accident-prone

That's fair put, I'm a rare crook

And if you dare look like somethin' wrong, you'll get your air took

**** get found dead barefoot

For a profit, I'll put everybody in boxes like a yearbook

Huh, your heart's where fear put

Stop actin' like a thug when you soft and a weird puss

My dress cold, got 'em scared shook

All kind of furs, midnight tonight, I might wear a wolf, trust