[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
The Butcher comin', n***a (The Butcher comin', n***a)
Ah
Big Griselda
Black Soprano Family
It's that shit (Uh)
You know n***as love that street shit (I don't see how y'all be dick-ridin' these n***as)
They love when I talk that hood shit
I be lookin' at these n***as like, "Him?"
Yeah, we be laughin' at these n***as
Real shit, though
Real dope boy shit
Ayo, ILL Tone, you know I'm fuckin' with this shit, though, right?
Real street n***a shit
Yo

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Let me kick it with my n***as who still be on them corners (Uh-huh)
In tech suits, it's hard to conceal heat in them joggers
I'm rich, so I can't see a bill bein' a problem (Nah, I'm up)
Every hood rat dream is to still be with a baller (Uh-huh)
At the table playin' roulette with a blonde and a brunette
Shit chunky on my arm, I'm probably gon' need a 2X
The hood said, "The real n***as gone, only you left" (Okay)
My homie said, "You blessed," my Rollie said, "You next"
I sat and watched and seen y'all n***as got this shit backwards (Y'all n***as got this shit backwards)
How the IG bitches more popular than rappers? (What?)
I'm really like that, you reach for my diamonds, I'm snappin'
And you can shoot your next video live from a casket
Benz with the open roof, I'm low in it, smokin' fruit
I show up with drums to your lab like I co-produce (Huh?)
Get a good hand? Put on your man, that's what you 'posed to do
Me and City both get a Ghost and an ocean view (Ah)
[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]
We run this shit
You know the routine (Roll with me)
The Butcher—
N***as can't fuck with the flow
What's the dealy?
I represent for all the have-nots

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Yo, I come through with a hundred on, Balenciaga runners on
This Kith trench coat too much for who I'm stuntin' on (Uh)
Smokin' in Miami, my shirt open like a button gone
My jewels make strangers stare like I said somethin' wrong (Huh?)
I took the throne right in front of y'all (Right in front of y'all)
Nobody back home surprised, I've been this cold since study hall (For real)
Broken bottles and bloody walls, I'm comin' if money call
Every day, I could run like a hundred bars
Y'all think y'all fly then buy shit off the mannequin (Hahaha)
Had me duckin' bounty hunters like Jennifer Aniston
Every other summer, I used to get out the can again
You don't gotta win a Super Bowl to feel like a champion (Nah)

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]
We run this shit
You know the routine (Roll with me)
The Butcher—
N***as can't fuck with the flow
What's the dealy?
I represent for all the have-nots
We run this shit
You know the routine (Roll with me)
The Butcher—
N***as can't fuck with the flow
What's the dealy?
I represent for all the have-nots
[Outro: Benny the Butcher]
I'm certified by
A different group of n***as who you ain't familiar with
Street n***as, real n***as, mob n***as
You heard, Jake?
Ayo, ILL Tone
The Butcher, uh