East Side Butch Freestyle

Album cover art for "East Side Butch Freestyle" by Benny the Butcher

Benny the Butcher - Rap, In English

East Side Butch Freestyle

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[Intro] Top of the city shit You can feel it Yeah, Eastside Butch Welcome to Buffalo, New York [Verse 1] Feel like my hunger unappreciated My talent unimaginative In a game that's double-sided, they got me challenging the narratives Relief for different countries, but tariffs for Americans Ignorance to privilege that's what you inherit when you fairer skin It's like the whole Eastside been exposed to experiments You evеr strolled out a Sheraton with coke in your kеratin? Ties to guys that got dough they don't care to spend But, I don't gamble, so, if I stop the bank, it's gon' be Merrill Lynch My birth certificate under my mattress Few M's in a mansion, strong I still call fiends to the crib to do handy jobs Never forgot who I came from How could I? My family small Family values like the Blanco's My syndrome was Stockholm I'd play that name shit too If I was faced with y'all status 'Cause if we base it off talent it'll make it off balance I dealt with plugs y'all never met, l've been to places y'all haven't So fuck a chain, y'all record label should be making y'all caskets [Interlude] It's BSF, n**** The biggest East Side Butch, walk with me Brrt The Butcher comin', n**** Yo [Verse 2] From crumbs to a corn crop, and that one was a long shot That quarter brick from Tilly helped, for me, he had a soft spot Was flushing in a raid, it bought me time, I had my doors locked I traded in my jewels and got a boost from the pawn shop Now I got them pouring out liquor for they fellas that's not alive And plottin' get-back, but, that ain't what they telling the homicide The witness never show, oh, well, and the bailiff just got surprised The judge threw away the F like he spellin' phenomenon Mask tied around my face, not 'cause I can't take the smell That blender a different story, be careful, you can't inhale Back in 2017 when that dope wasn't safe to sell I used to bag up bad bundles like "Who I'm gon' take to hell?" I was a Cryptkeeper, come here and get a brick cheaper Put stones in my bitch cleaver, I even bought my kids cleavers Nerves of a daredevil, I'm a certified risk seeker Truly yours, King Kong And this one not no diss either [Outro] It's Butch, n****

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Credits

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  • Benny the Butcher
  • Moose Tarantino