[ Featuring Black Soprano Family ]
Summertime Butch
Yeah
You niggas gon' have to apologize to me
(Turn me up, Kino)
Yo
Wise words from a hustler, don't let no static stop your business (can't do that)
I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no niggas (uh-huh)
What's sad is y'all won't get it until I'm lashin' out with vengeance (brrt)
And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playin' cat and mouse with hitters (nigga)
No, don't ask how I'm religious, for every half, I vow forgiveness
It's like soul food Sunday how we pray, gather 'round them chickens, yeah
I know your type, your actions loud but that come down to senses
When you know the ones who yappin' loud to who actually 'bout they business
Ain't no cappin' 'bout no killings, talkin', chattin' 'round no bitches (nah)
Take these secrets to the grave, I ain't rattin', I'm not no witness (nigga)
They want me actin' out or backin' down, but that just sound ridiculous
I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it
Butchy, nigga
Summertime Butch (uh)
You know this shit more than bitches and jewels
(The money don't come 'til the night fall)
Fifty percent of it's true (uh)
A man caught a little indictment from prison
(Money don't come 'til the dice fall)
The co-defendant's a mule, damn
Came up bendin' the rules now
(The junkies gon' come when that white fall)
We settin' the rules but
Even the broke niggas worth for a million or two
All you gotta do is
Just take in count my patent style
I'm actually 'round the realest (one of the realest in this shit
To multiply them stacks around, I traveled towns to get it (hustler shit)
Now add the house, take that amount, subtract out all my feelings
A hint of this, a dash of clout, exactly how I did it (that's exactly how I did it)
Say "Goodnight", then say hello again to me (say hello again)
It's Mr. Landlord Butch', y'all niggas owe some rent to me (y'all niggas owe)
I got a bipolar bitch, she like to roll and vent to me
Told me her other nigga richer but no offense to me
None taken, what's the difference from me and Calipari? (What's the difference?)
'Cause Kentucky and Louisville
Me and the feds got that kind of rivalry (goddamn)
Gangsters out your posse be tryna dodge me (woo)
Vacationin' in Abu Dhabi and meditate on sand like I know karate
Yeah, my nigga Jonesy told me he don't want to rap (yeah)
(The money don't come 'til the night fall) have fun with that
I said that heroin run we had ain't comin' back
(Money don't come 'til the dice fall) just a drug lord, couple gats
Niggas will fumble packs, got money under wraps
'Til they stumble back, you heard? (Junkies gon' come when that white fall)
Tell them a hustler told you that
Butcher, nigga
Summertime Butch
