[Intro: Ideal & Benny the Butcher]
Uh-huh, Ideal
October London
Pooney on the beat (Yeah)
And we got the Butcher in this bitch
Yo, Ideal, I got you on this
Let's go

[Verse 1: Ideal & Benny the Butcher]
I never claimed to be a deity or God
But when they seein' me, they nod
I don't believe in these facades
Fame's a fever dream mirage
Just yankin' on my chain like a Vietnamese massage
But takin' offense to crossin' over, that's what keep me on my guard
See, as a teen, ain't need a job, it was way easier to rob
So, yеah, I took a couple losses just to evеn up the odd
Mad snakes be double-crossin', if they creep up on my lawn
Bet my double barrel shotgun how they meet they great beyond (Uh)
Take a week to make a song, some people think that's way too long
Take the weak and make 'em strong, songs creating kings from pawns
I'll sleep the day I'm gone, my nights greet the day at dawn (Hello)
Breathing trees to keep me calm, feeding the streets I came up on
I spread the cheese like Grey Poupon
To all my OG's and day ones
Before the meek inherit earth and them same sheep get preyed upon
I'll put the flame to the beat, serve the streets my famous filet mignon
And just in case I'm wrong, this time, The Butcher came along (The Butcher comin', n***a)
[Chorus: October London & Ideal]
They tried to spite me, they treadin' lightly
I kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely
If they throwin' shade, then I'm right where the sun be
If you only remember one thing
Let it be the crown
Not the chain on my neck
Not even the fame or the checks, just
Let it be the crown
Came to name my claim as the best
And I'm stayin' 'til my reign's in effect

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
They tell me, "Kill 'em with kindness," but soon as it stop workin'
Do it the old fashioned way, shots fly like they Doc Erving
True, I can rhyme circles around you with live verses (Live verses)
And since y'all don't give a fuck, I'ma make sure they die virgins
It's past gettin' my flowers
Overachiever, 'member Shay told me, "You a leader, but you don't know your power"
I'm thinkin', did Malcolm wonder
That that picture with that gun in the window would turn to memes, posters, and album covers?
Uh, who made you gangsters? (Who?)
Y'all crew makin' statements
They want me stuck to the wall like that blue tape you paint with
They tell me I think I'm better, how? We all from the sewer (We all from the hood)
'Cause bein' an entrepreneur is like a narcissist to 'em
But I broke down the politics, squeeze guns like condiments
All the shit I did and I'm still here, that's astonishing
Visioned myself winnin' 'fore I hopped in this lane
Like Mike saw himself hittin' them big shots in the game, it's Butch
[Chorus: October London & Ideal]
They tried to spite me, they treadin' lightly
I kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely
If they throwin' shade, then I'm right where the sun be
If you only remember one thing
Let it be the crown
Not the chain on my neck
Not even the fame or the checks, just
Let it be the crown
Came to name my claim as the best
And I'm stayin' 'til my reign's in effect

[Verse 3: Ideal]
And when it comes to drugs and music, I'm only fuckin' with the purest
Third verse is schedule one, both the judge's and the jurors'
Verdict is murdered it, as my words burden conservatives
I'm mixin' urban bourbon with my curvy, topsy-turvy bitch
Gettin' twisted like a tourniquet, too lifted for the turbulence
Kick raps that act as nourishment to kids trapped in that recurring skit
Laughin' at the rats who flipped like acrobats at circuses
'Cause they lack the facts they had to have to capture that we purchased it
Before I had a rap sheet, we ran track meets and tournaments
Detoured and resorted to running backstreets and burglaring
Back when vaccines was the last thing that had us worrying
My path was that of a trap king 'til this rap dream diverted it
I learned your past ain't permanent, it's action that reverses it
I went from movin' keys to being Burt Bacharach with words and shit
While you passin' that refurbishment, imagine what you and yours could get
With compassionate burning passion and a fraction of encouragement
But instead
[Chorus: October London & Ideal]
They tried to spite me, they treadin' lightly
I kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely
If they throwin' shade, then I'm right where the sun be
If you only remember one thing
Let it be the crown
Not the chain on my neck
Not even the fame or the checks, just
Let it be the crown
Came to name my claim as the best
And I'm stayin' 'til my reign's in effect