[Intro: Benny The Butcher]
Ah
Man, you know what we on I don't even gotta explain myself no more to these n***as big BSF huh? I made this shit look good this shit really ugly though

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
They gon' say the money changed me
I'm gon' say the haters did it
I watched them suckers bend the rules
But what I do forgave em' n***as
Making movies I play the villain shake and move and making millions money calling my line beeping I had to tell them to wait a minute Bleep steak from table scraps I don't lie when making raps
Enough dough saved up that I can pay the label back
Oversеas touring I'm staying at a Paris Hilton
Then a few weeks later, a n***a ran into Paris Hilton
I madе cocaine aroma smoke
We never got diplomas though
The president that making drugs legal that's who I'm voting for
You know BSF the stamp n***a these killers uncontrollable
The hip-hop police want my mugshot for these quotables
S class the new one the model pillows in the back and the rug so soft can't wear your shoes when we riding
I'm used to beef all they threw was some hollows keep playing
We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles
It's butch n***a

[Hook: Migano]
I think ya'll forgetting we're ready for Armageddon
Shit done change I can see how that's upsetting
We used to break the hinges on doors like a profession
Now we got the keys to the door ain't no one let in
I think y'all forgetting we're ready for Armageddon
Shit done change I can see how that's upsetting
We used to break the hinges on doors like a profession
Now we got the keys to the door ain't no one let in
[Verse 2: Migano]
They really tryna make a mockery of Benny and I
They dumb stupid don't they know we get an eye for an eye
I call 'em ignoramus they don't know no better
One foot on their neck one in their anus talk about displeasure
Who woulda knew this would trigger a panic
A mass movement of rhymes with a simple dynamic
I'm not with the subpar half-ass delivery
It'll take more than hate and dead presidents to rid of me
I'm solo with a new hope looking through a new scope want smoke? Bring it I'ma serve it like J Hope
I'm not with the singing nor the dancing around
I'm more Luda get back or I'll take you down
I'm not the same no more
Look at the chains y'all wore
A slave for attention from the same old whore
You get a couple bands, start feeling like the man, and want more
What a shame where there's greed, there's war

[Hook: Migano]
I think y'all forgetting we're ready for Armageddon
Shit done change I can see how that's upsetting
We used to break the hinges on doors like a profession
Now we got the keys to the door ain't no one let in
I think y'all forgetting we're ready for Armageddon
Shit done change I can see how that's upsetting
We used to break the hinges on doors like a profession
Now we got the keys to the door ain't no one let it
[Outro: Migano]
I'm the bad guy makin' sure we leavin' you capsized
The butcher put a cap in your backside
We're just some murdering ink lyricist that is no crime
We run with our rhymes for the whole nine
I can't stop I can't quit I'm the man in this split decision
Hood politics ain't clearing up shit