[Verse 1: Sirrealist]
My first front was a burden, I couldn't fumble that
I ain't even met the plug, but he fucked with me, 'cause I doubled that
Double-back all you, snug wrappin' up with thunderclap
Dumped onto the head, homie soundin' like he could mumble rap
Fuck a rat, I bite off my tongue before I turn to snake
Cross my heart, you get your wig sprayed like you Ricky Lake
Been the plague, kill the game slowly just for business sake
Rap my ass off like it's junior pay, you can't get a break
A big goon, but Joe Pesci with the short temper
Rappers gettin' comfortable, relaxed, applyin' no pressure
Mask on me, like I'm always out in cold weather
Ain't nobody ever fuckin' with me, 'cause y'all know better
You got some nerves sayin' my name to a bitch
How can a grown man talk, but he ain't been with the shits?
It's fuck rap, I've been playin' with clips
There's pounds, bricks and zips, gun tucked in my hip, ya bitch

[Interlude: Benny The Butcher]
Uh
Big B$F huh
I make this shit look good, this really ugly though, uh

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]
They gon' say the money changed me, but I'ma say the haters did it
I watched them suckers bend the rules, but what I do? Forgave them n***as
Makin' movies, I played the villain, shake and move and makin' millions
Money callin', my line beepin', I had to tell 'em to wait a minute, uh
For lean stake from table scratch, I don't lie when makin' raps
Enough dough saved up that, I can pay the label back
Overseas tourin', I'm stayin' at the Paris Hilton
Then a few weeks later, a n***a ran into Paris Hilton
I make cocaine, aroma smoke, we never got diplomas though
The president makin' drugs legal, that's who I'm votin' for
You know being self [???] n***a, these killers uncontrollable
The hip-hop police want my mugshot for these quotables
S-Class, the new one to model (Uh-huh)
Pillows in the back and the rug so soft, can't wear your shoes when we ridin'
I'm used to beef, all you do is some hollows (That's it), keep playin' (Huh?)
We got hand grenades shake like Don Julio bottles, it's Butch n***a
[Interlude: Goodfellas Scene]
Just you know, you're, you're funny, hehe
You mean, let me, let me understand this, 'cause, I don't even know
Maybe it's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe
But I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you?
I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' amuse you?

[Verse 3: Sirrealist]
I move in silence, they talk a lot
Ain't nothin' nice when you call the shots
Ask, a ride-by, bullets might fly, mama told me not to talk to cops
You ain't even scaled no bricks, and you can never tell me shit
Had to put work in, fiends I was servin'
Only when y'all could put food in the crib
That ain't nothin', most of these cats, they bluffin'
And in the studio thuggin', stay mean-muggin'
I was really in the trap hustlin', had to make somethin' from nothin'
Man, you frontin', get the fuck out my face, you ain't never caught no case
You ain't never had to walk around with your daugher in your arm
And another baby tucked in your waist
That ain't no G shit, that's street shit
Opps out, we shootin' out weak shit
They run your face, equipped with the aim
They scared to walk away with cheek split
You bitch made and not Pit raised, straight up the killer with sick ways
Usually rap for the six trays, but I gotta [?], and I switch lanes
Ain't nobody else gon' get it for me, so I had to
Foot upon the gas, I cut the brakes when ridin' past you
Had to double-back, pick up the stack and get the last few
You out here lookin' bad I get it, mad I got a bag too