The Butcher and The Blade (feat. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine)

Ayo (doot, doot) Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot Ayo, pyer moss over the mossberg (ah) For dark, we shoot 'em all first (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Hand in hand crack commerce Check out my arm work, my wrist work, arm and hammer the mixture Lord (lord, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Ayo, peace seven, I had a fetish for the MAC-11s (brr) Since an adolescent (brr), learnin' lessons, got my shot perfected Opps beheaded, cocaine pot fanatic Fiends light up the static, Fully loaded ratchets for action (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Allah would never make another me (ah) Dropped the ki and whipped up anothеr ki (whip, ah) Walk through fire blindfolded, I can see (ah, I can see) The sun out, I might takе the doors out the tester Jeep (skrrt) Word on the streets flygod got that mean dope (ah) Fire out the nozzle, Ricky "Dragon" steamboat (brr, brr, brr) Inshallah, it's more clips in the peacoat Bodyslam, two thousand grams, Steve Regal Ayo, y'all don't get it (y'all don't get it, fuck) Y'all don't get it (y'all don't get it, god is my bodyguard) Ayo, allah got me winnin' (winnin', ah) Allah got me winnin' (allah got me winnin', keep all that tough shit) I said y'all don't get it (y'all don't get it, ah) Y'all niggas don't get it (y'all niggas don't get it) Ayo, allah got us winnin' (Allah got us winnin', fuck 'em, ah) Allah got us winnin' (Allah got us winnin', look, look, ah) I heard they gave him ten years, he did a stretch, nigga cut his face Put a zipper on him like a pair of new Giuseppe's Terrible, they say, "Machine, them niggas scared of you", I bet Bitches think I'm vegetarian, these carats on my neck (hahaha) I'm wearin' 'em with respect, I want your chain, I'll tear it from your neck I'm from the eastside Them niggas over there be movin' fent' (we outside) Air at you, bitch, this god right here, I'm in the flesh I put the bitch in a pair of loubs She fresh, I'm wearin' Louis sweats (ha) Look, how can I not win? At least three of the albums that I Dropped in your top ten (talk to 'em) Your wrist "tick-tick", boy, the hand on my watch spin Not in Cali' to shop, I came to send a box in I stacked two hundred during quarantine, I did not spend I do not got friends, V12 on the side of that drop Benz (woo) Shooters on go, let a slug blam you (uh huh) And all morning, lil' homie passin' out drug samples My bitch don't rock no Fashion Nova shit or no Ugg sandals Like to fuck me to Pandora, 42 Dugg channels (hahahaha) Spaghetti on my wrist, nigga (you see my wrist) Baguettes on my bitch, nigga (talk your shit, nigga, yeah) And bitches say, "There go that nigga with the bag", They know I'm really a rich nigga (talk your shit, king) Suck my dick, nigga You know it's gangster how I rock When you greet me, respect me (salute me) Yeah, I'm made in my hood, niggas treat me like lefty (that's right) I swear this brick spoke And said "Take it easy, don't stretch me" (i won't) Your favourite rapper call around Sayin' "Please, come protect me" (pussy) Yeah, we can see you up, but them niggas around you starvin' (damn) Put my team in position, now I'm surrounded by bosses Niggas gettin' clipped Homicide questionin' my involvement (i don't know shit) Cashin' out at the jeweller, y'all buyin' shit in instalments Patience, know it or not, now glaciers froze in the watch (uh) Bought my bitch a whip and she tried to race me home from the lot Christian and Smith and Wesson, 380 go with the top Hit her with the ice cubes and the dope gon' go into shock (huh) I'm relaxin' on six figures, trap been doin' numbers Couple hundred from rap I'm payin' taxes on Twenty Ps of Butcher's Breath, Habits that I shouldn't have kept (uh uh) Dumpin' while I'm in my head Countin' how many bullets left (Bullets left) Cannon my ride, we never been in shit and do not slide The opps get it in two days or less like Amazon Prime You gon' hear the Butcher comin' (butcher comin') 'Cause it's never gon' change I came to smoke everything just like '07 Wayne (uh)