We Here

Fuck them other niggas, shit

My biggest opp was patience

Another six figures on a table

I can taste it

Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch

This Rollie like a bracelet

Everythin' residual

I'm out here gettin' placements

Unc' was in the kitchen with

The pots and the Mason

My fate was slowly comin' out the water

Like it's Jason

We don't need role models, we need innovation

I'm tellin' you, I feel it in the air

Ventilation

Black Soprano Family, the new administration

My maneuverin' is gracious

You must knew a nigga facе it

I took two to miss some greats

You just do enough to make it

I wrap you in a circle

Like you hoggin' up the blanket

I never seen a bitch I

Couldn't fuck or a spaceship

I never seen this kind of

Money workin' on a dayshift

Two hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud

What I wasted

My dream was right in front of me

I got up and I chased it

Bitch, it's Ricky, yo

Ayo, hustle for a cause, so I'm ignorin' cost

Dirty text

All bitches waitin' on me to respond

Underground king, but I got hit's

Like Chaka Khan

And a hundred hoes tryna introduce

Me to they mom

I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line

I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs

When they smell a line

I don't mix every niggas stories

When I'm tellin' mine

But I might got a lick for yours

When I'm sellin' mine

Uh, don't fuck with the split

Then never mind a nigga once told me the

Same and he fell behind

I came in this world way beyond my time

And then put in more work in

Than all these niggas combined

Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math

By the time they catch up

I'll be on to another bag

In the back of the Benz

And I'm lettin' burden blast

Pourin', if it's stretched

Fill it up my glass

I might not come in first

But it won't be last

If all else fails, I'm gon' need another mask

But, I ain't one of them niggas

That's always been want cash

That's why y'all be stayin' out the

Way in this bucket of crabs

Trackhawk off the lot

'cause I fucked up the Jack

Speed limit thirty

But I still do a buck and a half

I done went from rags to

Riches and finer things

Sold dope for leathered coats

And a diamond ring

I ain't the captain of the yacht

But I'm on the team

I'm hip-hop, like Big Pop'

It was all a dream

I'm representin' for the low

And niggas call me Heem

Every verse like good coke

All the balls be clean

Niggas cryin' out, broke

Tryna 'cause a scene

I was posted in the ghetto

Servin' all the fiends

See me out a hundred deep

I'm with all the Gs

Labels send another check

Spend it all on peace it's the mob, nigga

Few shooters and hard dealers

I spent nights thinkin' 'bout

Life with scarred killers

We all villains, no fillers, I'm Mike

Thriller

I'm tryna moonwalk on money and white tennis

My life menace, black Glocks and white Lennon

I come from bad blocks

Where murder was good business

This for the trenches

Help my niggas and pretty bitches

And gangstas worldwide

Ridin' round with them switches

I had to block them hoes when

I had that bread to get

Then made her eat her friend pussy

You had to beg the bitch

They wanna know how I became

A millionaire so quick project baby

Raised off milk and eggs from wick

Before you ever heard of Butch

I was low-key rockin'

Whole key coppin', straight drop

Ain't no re-rockin'

Before them out of town shows

I was OT coppin'

Had packs jumpin' out New York

Like they Obi Toppin

Three foreigns in a year

I'm gettin' fat off this dough

And lappin' niggas

So I'm still burnin' calories though

She fuckin' bro

But I won't never get mad at the bro

She fuck the team

She probably get in a reality show

They call me Benzy the Butcher when

I'm veerin' in this whip

And I be starin' at your bitch

Like I'm starin' at a brick

Hood nigga, so it's really not a way to me

I'm rich i might be wearin' all this

Shit at a charity event

I hear all these hoes

Sayin' they fuck-nigga free

But what they really mean is

They fuck niggas free

When I made a quarter-million bucks in a week

And my bitch pushed that new

Beamer truck through the streets

Uh, rumors in the city, I ain't put nobody on

Lovey just finished his deal

Heem on shit with me and Dram'

Ricky on Breakfast Club

Pissin' everybody off i'm chillin'

Gettin' fifty-somethin' tonight on the tour

So if it was really on

I would've spint back already

Got your mint clapped already

I had y'all gift-wrapped already

I'm into gettin' money though

I been at this cheddy

'Cause BSF really stand for Been

Stackin' Fetti, it's the Butch, nigga