Lyrics The Iron Curtain - BENNY THE BUTCHER
The
almighty
(Griselda)
Uh
The
Butcher
comin',
nigga
Let's
go
Uh
I'm
black
royalty
(Royalty)
With
black
lawyers
I
ate
off
the
black
market,
so
good
luck
blackballing
in
me
The
ghost
of
'Chine
Gun
Black
hauntin'
me
I
feel
like
I'm
nuts
'cause
every
time
I
count
up
Them
racks
talk
to
me
(Them
racks
talk
to
me)
And
I
just
got
a
batch
off
of
me
(I
did)
So
the
feds
won't
back
off
of
me
Took
what
the
trap
offered
me
(I
did)
Uh-uh,
I
don't
got
no
gimmicks,
you
can
feel
the
pain
Blood
on
the
money
when
I
get
it,
but
it
spend
the
same
This
one
for
the
family
(Duffel
bags)
I
gambled
like
Vegas
And
drove
with
my
life
saving
in
the
trunk
of
a
Camry
If
you
never
played
with
a
fork,
can't
understand
me
All
my
niggas
stood
tall
in
New
York
like
Marcus
Camby
My
aunt
a
Christian
prayer,
but
I'm
a
distant
player
That's
with
the
hoes,
but
in
the
kitchen,
I'm
a
difference
maker
Nigga,
my
fingertips
stick
to
paper
(Stick
to
paper)
It's
never
enough
'cause
half
of
it's
gone
before
I
get
the
paper
Let's
go
Uh
This
street
gospel
right
here,
nigga
You
feel
me?
I
been
had
a
strap
I
got
my
first
gun
when
I
was
fourteen
years
old
I
got
it
from
Conway
Shit
a
true
story,
I
can't
make
this
shit
up,
my
nigga
(Can't
make
this
shit
up)
I
can't
make
this
shit
up
(I
can't
make
this
shit
up,
nigga)
The
Butcher's
coming,
nigga
(Ah)
Yeah
They
gave
me
obstacles
and
they
prayed
I
fell
I'm
the
one
who
front
the
hustlers
whatever
they
could
sell
(What
you
need?)
Even
if
you
feed
'em
trust,
they'll
tell
Nigga,
I'm
bagging
up
a
brick
while
I
play
Adele
Balenciaga
space
kicks
You
know
the
ones
with
no
laces?
Been
tied
everywhere
like
Jay
Prince
This
for
my
niggas
in
the
state
pen'
Been
down
since
'08
with
a
case
so
weak,
it
don't
make
sense
Get
caught
in
that
system
They
treat
you
like
a
victim
They
slaves,
I
made
friends
in
places
you'd
get
a
brick
from
For
that,
federales
and
fans
both
want
my
picture
When
the
other
side
hit
up
my
nigga,
I
cried
a
river
(It's
on
sight
now)
Tougher
than
niggas
that
y'all
call
brave
(What
else?)
Standing
over
the
stove
wearing
all
our
chains
(Uh)
You
my
know
MO
is
all
raw
'caine
So
many
ballers
in
my
trap,
look
like
the
all-star
game
Let's
go,
uh
Like
I
said
I'm
ready
whenever
y'all
niggas
ready,
man
Blood
on
the
money
And
blood
on
the
wall
Blood
everywhere,
man,
y'all
niggas
can't
fuck
with
me
Brrt
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
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