War Paint - Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn, CONWAY THE MACHINE

The Butcher comin', nigga

You know, niggas be talkin' like this shit overnight

I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells

So I’m like, which night y’all niggas talkin' about?

Griselda

Uh

Hit-Boy

Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?

Fly nigga, all these diamond chains just weigh me down

A broke nigga not my lady’s style

She quit work to fuck me, count up and drive this Mercedes 'round

No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smokin'

Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean

Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin'

I’d have a bdroom in Folsom, but I’m off shore, toastin'

Besides rap, w got you respectin' the business

I left the dope game with stripes, y’all left with opinions

We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness

But how could I?

Can’t shit fix the death of a sibling

Loadin' up my straps again, them folks done plugged the wall against my back

again

War paint on me like them Africans

They wanna know my net worth, they guessin' is I’m stackin' it

Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate

Griselda, nigga

Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga

At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah, yeah)

I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Aight, I gotta go, boom, boom, boom,

boom, boom)

I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)

Feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)

This for my niggas takin' showers in flip flops, nigga (Gotta light one up, ah)

Takin' showers in flip flops, nigga

Uh, I seen street niggas speakin' blasphemy (Huh)

Like before rap, I wasn’t movin' units out the trunk, bitch, I’m Master P (Ha)

Left wrist rockin' the masterpiece

Cuban bracelet weighin' a half a ki', niggas got some audacity (Talk to 'em,

hahaha)

You niggas don’t even equal to half of me

I earned my spot with hard work, nothing was passed to me (I was grindin',

nigga)

But, actually, situations was bad for me

Before this shit you see as a triumph, was almost tragedy (I swear)

I’m at the Roc Nation party smellin' like chronic smoke (Hah)

HOV said, «You that boy», I get acknowledged by the GOAT (What up, HOV?)

Woo, even shook the hand of Beyoncé

That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancée

But I don’t know if it’s because my shorty such a fan

Or did she realize in that moment, I’m the motherfuckin' man (Talk to 'em)

I’m just rich, I sit my Richard on the dresser (Talk to 'em, hah)

The flow is just different, I’m just better (Ooh)

Only time I felt pressure when the doctor said

I’d be paralyzed neck down even after all his efforts (Hah)

That bullet tore my neck up and now my neck got VS’d up

I could still hit the connect up, I told you niggas I’m next up (I'm next)

Yeah, I drop the bag, I’m used to doin' business (Cap, hah)

Gave the shooter an extra ten, that’s for future business (Big)

Bodies drop, I can’t get too specific (Hah)

I sell the shit raw, I don’t step on the crack like I’m superstitious (Hahahaha,

ah)

Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga

At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah)

I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)

Feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)

This for my niggas takin' showers in flip flops, nigga (Ah)

Takin' showers in flip flops, nigga

Ayo, so what you in here doin', man?

You finished that beat I asked you to fix, man?

What the fuck is that?

What you doin'?

Yo, yo, knock first before you come in my room

Nigga, it’s my room too, nigga

I’ma get to it

I-I'm working on this Benny the Butcher beat

Who?

I’m tryna make the album

You know, Benny the Butcher

Who, nigga?

From Griselda, you know what I’m sayin'?

Benny the Butcher?

Yeah, word

Griselda?

Yeah, they hot, they hot

Kind a fuckin' name is Griselda?

Man, what they-

Yo, come on, don’t hate, don’t hate

Shit sound like they named the shit after one of they babysitters,

Griselda Jimenez

Like I get reppin' for the Latin community

But Griselda sound like a Mariachi band or something, you know what I mean?

Son, you gotta get with the times, yo

These niggas is flaming the streets right now

I don’t give a fuck

Benny the Butcher?

Nigga

Yeah, yeah

And he’s a rapper?

Yeah

Like he-he-he spits

Nigga, he gets with the best of 'em

That shit sound like a wrestler name

Like WWE SmackDown, like

You know, «Ladies and gentlemen, Benny the Butcher»

You know what I’m sayin', it’s just, what the fuck is happenin' here?

Like I don’t even understand what’s happening, man

I’m just sayin', son, I’m tryna get some money

Yeah but I’m sayin', like what’s-what's-what's up with niggas naming a group

If he Benny the Butcher, what you got?

Meat Cleaver and fuckin' who else?

Like, Lamb Chop, nigga, like what the fuck are we doin' here like?

You gotta chill man, you always hatin'

I-I-I'm just saying this-this-this some new streets, man

I don’t know, this, this, this some new streets

You a hater