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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Songwriter
Byron Keith Forest II
Byron Keith Forest II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Metaphor
Black Metaphor
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Summertime Butch
Big BSF
Griselda ****
You can't talk money to a **** who been broke and rich ****
In a trap with my stick out
I ain't going back to the big house
Frontin' like you on but y'all was just asking for discounts
300 in a day, wait, that's actually a miscount
My lawyer told me it's a half a million by his count
Yeah, you know that's real shit
I don't gotta check my bitch cause I tame mine
It's time to go and I just tap my wrist like it's dame time
In a pocket throwin' spirals
You know this game, you put out something hot
And they won't like you, buggin' shots, you goin' viral
Push the Cullinan in a muller hand
I played the game right
With stash houses and rubber bands
One hand wash the other hand
This year we gon' settle it
As veterans, we know that nothing come before presidents
Muscle don't beat intelligence
I fought when the school was irrelevant
Wrong one to bet against
I gave my hood drugs like I had a degree in medicine
Spinnin' digits on glitter
When the last time you heard a **** spit it as realer
Got dope boys trendin' on Twitter
I made this shit look good again
I made this shit look good again
Buck 20 in a trackhawk
Look at this shit rap up
Pick my niece up
She point at my piece and say what that cost
Your money slowin' up
I guess the streets got you blackballed
Cause every plug you know, sabotaged with a hacksaw
How I'm anti-Semitic was only handing y'all credit
Immigrants built foundations, these standards that I commended
If I'm wrong, I stand corrected,
Not to boast but me and my Jewish lawyers still toast over glasses and Manischewitz
My right hand man rich, but my big brother Barry
Went to my OG's funeral in all white and married
Me and Hit-Boy got a classic, same thing for me and Harry
I made millions just kickin' it like Adam Vinitery
Butcher coming ****
They wonder how I did it
I'm hearing whispers from critics
But the numbers never lie and neither do analytics
Fuck all the naysayers
They say it's crazy that even my bitch make more than a WNBA player
Ah, let's go
Written by: Byron Keith Forest II, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
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