| Butcher comin', nigga
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| Hit-Boy
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| The Army is doing something about the weather
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| Ah, yeah
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| I’m back, nigga
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| Yeah, I’m back, nigga
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| Fuck niggas is talkin' 'bout?
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| Fuck all that «Who the best"shit
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| This and that
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| Y’all know what the fuck it is when n-
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| Ah
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| The Butcher comin', nigga
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| Yo, last year was 'bout brandin', this one about expandin'
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| Caught a flight to Cali, made twenty 'fore I landed
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| This rap shit easy, tell the truth, I can’t stand it
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| If I ain’t have these Fs, I’d put a brick in transit, ask about me
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| All I did was get advice from niggas who sellin' white
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| Threw the money on the table before the plug set the price
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| I was eager, ain’t no tomorrows, I could be dead tonight
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| I was seasoned like patent leather, Jordan 11 Mike
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| I need a trunk full of cash, my foot stuck to the gas
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| That’s a buck in the stash, doin' a buck and a half
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| I hung with hustlers, guys who sold hundreds of bags
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| They front you so many onions that it come with a jag
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| The life of niggas who live it, the price for niggas who did it
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| Hoes fall in love when you look like a nigga who get it
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| I know how it feel when they don’t like that you did it different
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| 'Cause they dickridin' trends just like them niggas you mimic (Yeah)
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| I was young in my prison phases, how you know you really gangster
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| Jail cells while I learned decision makin'
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| Fifty grand in the 'frigerator, living room, killers waitin'
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| Plastic on the floor like we renovatin'
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| This not for kids so you gotta excuse it
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| Yeah, I don’t spend enough on guns, but a lot with the jeweler
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| I spent a bunch on guns in the lot with the jeweler
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| Then bought a crib for my bitch and gave a block to my shooters
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| Who you know that tote Glocks and sold rocks to abusers?
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| That did record breakin' numbers, broke locks for the movement
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| That was me with no pops, my coke spots was exclusive
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| Walk around with this froze watch 'cause no opps wanna do it
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| Let’s go, nigga
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| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
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| Eastside Buffalo shit, nigga
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| Montana shit
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| 1300 shit
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| Free all my niggas, free my nigga Ceas'
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| Free my nigga Duffle Bag
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| Free my cousin Dat
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| You know how we do this shit
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| Big Griselda, big BSF, nigga
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| My nigga Hit-Boy on the track, nigga
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| We smokin' shit, nigga
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| Huh, fuck nigga
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| Griselda
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| Now buddy, I’m gonna tell you a couple things and you’re gonna listen
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| Once you get into this family, there’s no getting out
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| This family comes before anything, it’s a thing of honor
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| Takes time and memoriam, I mean you-you survived the streets
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| That’s almost like basic training
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| You’re a soldier now, and the number one rule in this army is making money
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| This is a business, it’s a pyramid
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| Money goes up, shit goes down
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| If there’s something to be sold, we’re there
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| We’ve always been there
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| You’ve got the top ten position, and for what?
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| Because you’re a good earner, and you’ve got your honor
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| Not like these other fucks that act like they’re made of honor
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| When all they are is certified bridesmaids
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| You keep that Benny, and now it’s your turn
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| Okay! |
| I’m reloaded! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burden Of Proof , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Burden of Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп