Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Iron Curtain, artist - Benny the Butcher. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Iron Curtain |
| The Butcher comin', nigga |
| Let’s go |
| Uh |
| I’m black royalty (Royalty) |
| With black lawyers, I ate off the black market, so good luck blackballing in me |
| The ghost of 'Chine Gun Black hauntin' me |
| I feel like I’m nuts 'cause every time I count up, them racks talk to me (Them |
| racks talk to me) |
| And I just got a batch off of me (I did) |
| So the feds won’t back off of me |
| Took what the trap offered me (I did) |
| Uh-uh, I don’t got no gimmicks, you can feel the pain |
| Blood on the money when I get it, but it spend the same |
| This one for the family (Duffel bags) |
| I gambled like Vegas and drove with my life saving in the trunk of a Camry |
| If you never played with a fork, can’t understand me |
| All my niggas stood tall in New York like Marcus Camby |
| My aunt a Christian prayer, but I’m a distant player |
| That’s with the hoes, but in the kitchen, I’m a difference maker |
| Nigga, my fingertips stick to paper (Stick to paper) |
| It’s never enough 'cause half of it’s gone before I get the paper |
| Let’s go |
| Uh |
| This street gospel right here, nigga |
| You feel me? |
| I been had a strap |
| I got my first gun when I was fourteen years old |
| I got it from Conway |
| Shit a true story, I can’t make this shit up, my nigga (Can't make this shit up) |
| I can’t make this shit up (I can’t make this shit up, nigga) |
| The Butcher’s coming, nigga (Ah) |
| Yeah |
| They gave me obstacles and they prayed I fell |
| I’m the one who front the hustlers whatever they could sell (What you need?) |
| Even if you feed 'em trust, they’ll tell |
| Nigga, I’m bagging up a brick while I play Adele |
| Balenciaga space kicks |
| You know the ones with no laces? |
| Been tied everywhere like Jay Prince |
| This for my niggas in the state pen' |
| Been down since '08 with a case so weak, it don’t make sense |
| Get caught in that system |
| They treat you like a victim |
| They slaves, I made crizz in places you’d get a brick from |
| For that, federales and fans both want my picture |
| When the other side hit up my nigga, I cried a river (It's on sight now) |
| Tougher than niggas that y’all call brave (What else?) |
| Standing over the stove wearing all our chains (Uh) |
| You my know MO is all raw 'caine |
| So many ballers in my trap, look like the all-star game |
| Let’s go, uh |
| Like I said |
| I’m ready whenever y’all niggas ready, man |
| Blood on the money |
| And blood on the wall |
| Blood everywhere, man, y’all niggas can’t fuck with me |
| Brrt |
| Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot |
| Ah |