We Here

(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Ricky)

Fuck them other niggas, shit, my biggest opp was patience
Another six figures on a table, I can taste it (That money)
Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch, this Rollie like a bracelet
Everything residual, I'm out here getting placements
Unc' was in the kitchen with the pots and the Mason (Whip, whip, whip)
My fate was slowly coming out the water, like it's Jason
We don't need role models, we need innovation
I'm telling you, I feel it in the air, ventilation
Black Soprano Family, the new administration (Biggest BSF)
My maneuvering is gracious, you must knew a nigga face it
I took two to miss some greats, you just do enough to make it
I wrap you in a circle, like you hogging up the blanket (Haha)
I never seen a bitch I couldn't fuck or a spaceship
I never seen this kind of money working on a dayshift (That's facts)
Two-hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud what I wasted (That's facts)
My dream was right in front of me, I got up and I chased it
Bitch, it's Ricky, yo

Ayo, hustle for a cause (Facts), so I'm ignoring cost
Dirty text, all bitches waiting on me to respond
Underground king, but I got hits, like Chaka Khan (Khan)
And a hundred hoes tryna introduce me to they mom (Mama love)
I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothing like these fake Gs when they smell a line (Sniff)
I don't mix every niggas stories when I'm telling mine
But I might got a lick for yours, when I'm selling mine
Uh, don't fuck with the split, then never mind
A nigga once told me the same and he fell behind (Fell behind)
I came in this world way beyond my time
And then put in more work in than all these niggas combined
Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math (Nigga, do the math)
By the time they catch up, I'll be on to another bag (Another one)
In the back of the Benz and I'm letting burden blast
Pouring [?], if it's stretched, fill it up my glass (If it's stretched)
I might not come in first, but it won't be last (It won't)
If all else fails, I'm gon' need another mask (Gon' need it, nigga)
But, I ain't one of them niggas that's always been want cash
That's why y'all be staying out the way in this bucket of crabs
Trackhawk off the lot, 'cause I fucked up the Jack (Skrrt, they know)
Speed limit thirty, but I still do a buck and a half

I done went from rags to riches and finer things (Finer things, nigga)
Sold dope for leathered coats and a diamond ring (That's that shit)
I ain't the captain of the yacht, but I'm on the team (Wow)
I'm hip-hop, like Big Pop', it was all a dream (Haha)
I'm representing for the low, and niggas call me Heem
Every verse like good coke, all the balls be clean
Niggas crying out, broke, tryna 'cause a scene
I was posted in the ghetto, serving all the fiends (They know, haha)
See me out a hundred deep, I'm with all the Gs (I'm with the Gs, nigga)
Labels send another check, spend it all on peace (Haha)
It's the mob, nigga, few shooters and hard dealers
I spent nights thinking 'bout life with scarred killers
We all villains (Uh), no fillers, I'm Mike, Thriller
I'm tryna moonwalk on money and white tennis
My life menace, black Glocks and white Lennon
I come from bad blocks, where murder was good business
This for the trenches (Uh), help my niggas and pretty bitches
And gangstas worldwide (Haha), riding round with them switches (The Butcher coming, nigga)

I had to block them hoes when I had that bread to get
Then made her eat her friend pussy, you had to beg the bitch
They wanna know how I became a millionaire so quick (How?)
Project baby, raised off milk and eggs from wick (Uh)
Before you ever heard of Butch, I was low-key rocking (Nigga)
Whole key copping, straight drop, ain't no re-rocking (No re-rockin')
Before them out of town shows, I was OT copping (OT)
Had packs jumping out New York, like they Obi Toppin (Like they Obi Toppin)
Three foreigns in a year, I'm getting fat off this dough (I'm getting fat)
And lapping niggas, so I'm still burning calories though (Burning calories though)
She fucking bro, but I won't never get mad at the bro
She fuck the team, she probably get in a reality show (Uh)
They call me Benzy the Butcher when I'm veering in this whip
And I be staring at your bitch, like I'm staring at a brick (Uh)
Hood nigga, so it's really not a way to me, I'm rich
I might be wearing all this shit at a charity event (Damn)
I hear all these hoes saying they fuck-nigga free
But what they really mean is they fuck niggas free (How?)
When I made a quarter-million bucks in a week (Huh)
And my bitch pushed that new Beamer truck through the streets (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, rumors in the city, I ain't put nobody on (Huh?)
Lovey just finished his deal, Heem on shit with me and Dram'
Ricky on Breakfast Club, pissing everybody off (Haha)
I'm chilling, getting fifty-something tonight on the tour (Woo)
So if it was really on, I would've spint back already
Got your mint clapped already, I had y'all gift-wrapped already (I had y'all niggas gift-wrapped)
I'm into getting money though, I been at this cheddy
'Cause BSF really stand for Been Stacking Fetti, it's the Butch, nigga