War Paint

(album: Burden Of Proof - 2020)

Ah
The Butcher coming, nigga
You know, niggas be talking like this shit overnight
I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells
So I'm like, which night y'all niggas talking about?
Griselda
Uh
Hit-Boy

Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
Fly nigga, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
A broke nigga not my lady's style
She quit work to fuck me, count up and drive this Mercedes 'round
No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smoking
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossing
I'd have a bedroom in Folsom, but I'm off shore, toasting
Besides rap, we got you respecting the business
I left the dope game with stripes, y'all left with opinions
We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness
But how could I? Can't shit fix the death of a sibling
Loading up my straps again, them folks done plugged the wall against my back again
War paint on me like them Africans
They wanna know my net worth, they guessing is I'm stacking it
Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate
Griselda, nigga

Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah, yeah)
I pray every day I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (Aight, I gotta go, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (Brr)
Feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (Brr)
This for my niggas taking showers in flip flops, nigga (Gotta light one up, ah)
Taking showers in flip flops, nigga

Uh, I seen street niggas speaking blasphemy (Huh)
Like before rap, I wasn't moving units out the trunk, bitch, I'm Master P (Ha)
Left wrist rocking the masterpiece
Cuban bracelet weighing a half a ki', niggas got some audacity (Talk to 'em, hahaha)
You niggas don't even equal to half of me
I earned my spot with hard work, nothing was passed to me (I was grinding, nigga)
But, actually, situations was bad for me
Before this shit you see as a triumph, was almost tragedy (I swear)
I'm at the Roc Nation party smelling like chronic smoke (Hah)
HOV said, "You that boy", I get acknowledged by the GOAT (What up, HOV?)
Woo, even shook the hand of Beyoncé
That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancée
But I don't know if it's because my shorty such a fan
Or did she realize in that moment, I'm the motherfucking man (Talk to 'em)
I'm just rich, you see the Richard on the dresser (Talk to 'em, hah)
The flow is just different, I'm just better (Ooh)
Only time I felt pressure when the doctor said
I'd be paralyzed neck down even after all his efforts (Hah)
That bullet tore my neck up and now my neck got VS'd up
I could still hit the connect up, I told you niggas I'm next up (I'm next)
Yeah, I drop the bag, I'm used to doing business (Cap, hah)
Gave the shooter an extra ten, that's for future business (Big)
Bodies drop, I can't get too specific (Hah)
I sell the shit raw, I don't step on the crack like I'm superstitious (Hahahaha, ah)

Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah)
I pray every day I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (Brr)
Feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (Brr)
This for my niggas taking showers in flip flops, nigga (Ah)
Taking showers in flip flops, nigga

Ayo, so what you in here doing, man?
You finished that beat I asked you to fix, man?
What the fuck is that? What you doin'?
Yo, yo, knock first before you come in my room [?]
Nigga, it's my room too, nigga
I'ma get to it
I-I'm working on this Benny the Butcher beat
Who?
I'm tryna make the album
You know, Benny the Butcher
Who, nigga?
From Griselda, you know what I'm sayin'?
Benny the Butcher?
Yeah, word
Griselda?
Yeah, they hot, they hot
Kind a fucking name is Griselda? Man, what they
Yo, come on, don't hate, don't hate
Shit sound like they named the shit after one of they babysitters, Griselda Jimenez
Like I get repping for the Latin community
But Griselda sound like a Mariachi band or something, you know what I mean?
Son, you gotta get with the times, yo
These niggas is flaming the streets right now
I don't give a fuck
Benny the Butcher? Nigga
Yeah, yeah
And he's a rapper?
Yeah
Like he-he-he spits
Nigga, he gets with the best of 'em
That shit sound like a wrestler name
Like WWE SmackDown, like
You know, "Ladies and gentlemen, Benny the Butcher"
You know what I'm saying, it's just, what the fuck is happening here?
Like I don't even understand what's happening, man
I'm just saying, son, I'm tryna get some money
Yeah but I'm saying, like what's-what's-what's up with niggas naming a group
If he Benny the Butcher, what you got?
Meat Cleaver and fucking who else?
Like, Lamb Chop, nigga, like what the fuck are we doing here like?
You gotta chill man, you always hating
I-I-I'm just saying this-this-this some new streets, man
I don't know, this, this, this some new streets
You a hater