Rabies (feat. Benny the Butcher)

Yeah

La musica de Harry Fraud

Holy Christ of Jesus, Latter-day Saints, I caught a half a brickie

Climbing up the ladder of success, I brought my ladder wit' me

Double cup of Purplesaurus Rex, and that lamb chop

Modern-day version of my grand pops with a flask of whiskey

Sprinkle the hashish on backs of white runts and black truffle

Eight Super Bowl rings on my hands, look like some brass knuckles

Dirty pop 'em on your third eye

Fuck with my first lady, stir the pot

Stir and stir-fry, you know I'm stir-crazy

First 80k, they tried to persuade me not to murk Davey

Got him out the way around the time I dropped my first Mercedes

Kitchen cabinet full of 8 oz bottles like a Gerber baby

Sittin' on a chirp of dog shit, look like a bird with rabies

Checkin' in on that red-eye flight, might have to check a bag

Checkin' out my room, trunk full of dope, follow that Checker Cab

Nike checks on my off-whites, courtesy of Virgil

We ran the place so many times that by now we don't need no rehearsal

Are we there yet?

Still trappin' in the jungle, still having motion

Havin' real racks, rich and humble

Cell tap, no rebuttal, fell back from the huddle

Blow fell on the dorms, feel like a gel cap when it crumble, yeah

Now run and tell that to the bumbles, Rumble pack on the Machete

Four quarters in the O, it's 64 in the bowl

36 a quarter crow, brick a blow on 44

12 packs in the bundle

It ain't no secret, I was really eatin', patched and slingin' keys

Good dope that's best served raw like Japanese cuisine (Ah)

From my city to Detroit, where we like Magic and Kareem

Body bags in that Pontiac, I took the 90 back with ease, yeah

Three shooters, one driver, we spendin' car pools, game, man, get it from law school

Got it movin', Blue Ribbon dog food (Blue Ribbon dog food)

I bought the coupe, then I snatched the truck, they see me and add me up

Snatched the truck

I'ma have a hundred plus on when you dab me up, yeah, and that's what's up

What's up? That's what's up

But watch what I do this summer, that new Patak bus gon' cost like two Caddy trucks

Two Caddy trucks

I love to talk about it 'cause them bricks was a real thing (Real)

Cut the tape and them flakes shinin' Tiffany till green (Ah)

It's a victory lap for hustlers who literally had to suffer

Hustlers

I'm on rich **** shit, now I sit in the back for comfort (Truth)

I'm at the fence bettin' money, I told them that I want the under

Gimme the under

I heard a good lick, then married a hood chick just like I'm Shumpert

Like I'm Shumpert

When they shit drop, they shit go from the studio to the dumpster

Man, that shit trash

I'm in my interviews tellin' war stories on No Jumper, ****

Ah

Still trappin' in the jungle, still havin' motion

Havin' real racks, rich and humble

Cell tap, no rebuttal, fell back from the huddle

Blow fell on the dorms, feel like a gel cap when it crumble, yeah

Now run and tell that to the bumbles, Rumble pack on the Machete

Four quarters in the O, it's 64 in the bowl

36 a quarter crow, brick a blow on 44

12 packs in the bundle, count up

Yeah, Bo Jack

My **** bounce back like nothin'

We made of titanium ****, fuck you thought?