I AM THE PROGRAM (feat. P.R.E.M.O.)

It's P.R.E.M.O. AKA Mr. Spend That Shit

Yo, Benny

Why you got me up here?

You know these **** don't fuckin' like me

I got that dog shit, ****

I got this shit out the mud, and I went to the fuckin' moon, ****

I'm bigger than the fuckin' program

I'm the fuckin' program

It's Mr. Spend That Shit and Benny The Butcher, and we mobbin' through whatever

New York City, stand up

Yo, Benny

Yeah

Griselda, Griselda

Yo, my results came the hard way

Sometimes you gotta laugh at life

The shit I had to sacrifice ain't bigger than my appetite

A long way from home, in my cell tryin' to strategize

A hustler only flaw is, we get it all and don't be satisfied

A brick of dope was 60 when Wes pulled me out the trap to rhyme

I ain't goin' back this time

That ****'s a mastermind

I told J-Rock, the next run you catch, stack this time

Now let's put rap aside

Who really had to trap or die?

200 on the table, the long way

Or, I could stack 'em high

I know you see that meme, did Benny really sell packs and why?

And if he did, how could he in that weather?

Let the facts decide

I really did it

I stood on that strip, lips chapped and dry

Back home for a week, besides the jewels, I ain't pack this time

We gon' let the plaque decide

Who else got stats this high?

Sweatsuit, hoodie on

**** thinkin' I'm a passerby, till they see that butcher piece

The streets I gave back to mine

Steady hand like a painter

I could've went to barber school

I fell out with plugs and rappers that I thought was cool

Some, we was homies

Other ****, I was father's too

Shay got on his feet after a crisis that I walked him through

He did the same for me when I was down, bad barbecue

He felt I was his sharpest tool

He said, "Nobody hard as you"

I just backed it up and made my resume target-proof

But being the king full of shit, the throne like the toilet stool

It's Butch, ****

Ah

Excelsior