Текст песни Burden Of Proof - Benny The Butcher

Ah
Butcher comin′, nigga

Hit-Boy
The Army is doing something about the weather

Ah, yeah
I'm back, nigga
Yeah, I′m back, nigga
Fuck niggas is talkin' 'bout?
Fuck all that "Who the best" shit, this and that
Y′all know what the fuck it is when n-
Ah, the butcher comin′, nigga

Yo, last year was 'bout brandin′, this one about expandin'
Caught a flight to Cali, made 20 ′fore I landed
This rap shit easy, tell the truth, I can't stand it
If I ain′t have these Fs, I'd put a brick in transit, ask about me
All I did was get advice from niggas who sellin' white
Threw the money on the table before the plug set the price
I was eager, ain′t no tomorrows, I could be dead tonight
I was seasoned like patent leather, Jordan 11 Mike
I need a trunk full of cash, my foot stuck to the gas
That′s a buck in the stash, doin' a buck and a half
I hung with hustlers, guys who sold hundreds of bags
They front you so many onions that it come with a jag
The life of niggas who live it, the price for niggas who did it
Hoes fall in love when you look like a nigga who get it
I know how it feel when they don′t like that you did it different
'Cause they dickridin′ trends just like them niggas you mimic, Yeah
I was young in my prison phases, how you know you really gangster
Jail cells while I learned decision makin'
50 grand in the ′frigerator, living room, killers waitin'
Plastic on the floor like we renovatin'
This not for kids so you gotta excuse it
Yeah, I don′t spend enough on guns, but a lot with the jeweler
I spent a bunch on guns in the lot with the jeweler
Then bought a crib for my bitch and gave a block to my shooters
Who you know that tote Glocks and sold rocks to abusers?
That did record breakin′ numbers, broke locks for the movement
That was me with no pops, my coke spots was exclusive
Walk around with this froze watch 'cause no opps wanna do it

Let′s go, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' ′bout?
Eastside Buffalo shit, nigga
Montana shit, 1300 shit
Free all my niggas, free my nigga Ceas'
Free my nigga Duffle Bag
Free my cousin Dat
You know how we do this shit
Big Griselda, big BSF, nigga
My nigga Hit-Boy on the track, nigga
We smokin′ shit, nigga
Huh, fuck nigga
Griselda

Now buddy, I'm gonna tell you a couple things and you're gonna listen
Once you get into this family, there′s no getting out
This family comes before anything, it′s a thing of honor
Takes time and memoriam, I mean you-you survived the streets
That's almost like basic training
You′re a soldier now, and the number one rule in this army is making money
This is a business, it's a pyramid
Money goes up, shit goes down
If there′s something to be sold, we're there
We′ve always been there
You've got the top ten position, and for what?
Because you're a good earner, and you′ve got your honor
Not like these other fucks that act like they′re made of honor
When all they are is certified bridesmaids
You keep that Benny, and now it's your turn
Okay! I′m reloaded!