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Benny The Butcher - Who Really The King Lyrics



Benny The Butcher - Who Really The King Lyrics
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[ Featuring 38 Spesh ]

Yeah, who really the king?
It's me, it's Spesh
It's like upstate, gotta switch and crown
The best to go back and forth since 'Kiss and Styles
Every time we drop, the hottest shit around
(Stabbed & Shot 2, nigga) yeah
(The Butcher comin', nigga) ah

So f*ck who said what
That type of disrespect, y'all make the news over
In traffic with teenage shooters like AAU coaches (brrt, brrt)
The money stop when the custies drop
Don't make it too potent
Do what I told y'all on 5 to 50
And make a new whole (take a half, make a half)
I'm good in this game of numbers
It's like we playin' Legos as kids
No Cain and Abel, we more like the Chambers brothers
Nah, Lonzo and LaMelo
We ball like them famous brothers
And when it's dry
We only drop shit to entertain each other (we the hottest shit out)
And they been beggin' for the Stabbed & Shot shit
Like they been beggin' for me back
When I up and left for rap and got rich (left the hood)
Then double back in a Apricot 6 then
Jumped out that rockin' a quarter by my waist wearing Travis Scott kicks
Dick for expensive hoes
Trips for submissive hoes
The game been in my clench
I feel like I know Jiu-Jitsu holds
Who you gave your dope to?
They runnin' off with work to rock them furs (huh)
I took that work that I deserve
And told my verse on DR BIRDS, Stab, nigga (ayo, huh)

Don't be an easy purchase
Killed for cheap, a G a person
A crook, when your life get took, no reimbursin'
If he live and he need the nurses? Defeat the purpose
So he shot him and shot him again like he rehearsin'
I don't know who sold more birds, Me or Church's
Price is so young that they can't read in cursive
D's searchin' Suburbans, she was nervous
But I protected more white than Secret Service, huh
It's like these lil' niggas have to splurge
You gon' crash and burn
You only re-in' with a half a bird
Gettin' rich is your last concern
How you late on the rent when you and your bitch got matchin' furs?
That's my word, y'all have some nerves
Niggas act like family but family ain't an action word
Was passin' burbs past the curb
Now it's about takin' cash I earned, makin' it grow tax-deferred
Trust
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Yeah, who really the king?
It's me, it's Spesh
It's like upstate, gotta switch and crown
The best to go back and forth since 'Kiss and Styles
Every time we drop, the hottest shit around
(Stabbed & Shot 2, nigga) yeah
(The Butcher comin', nigga) ah

So f*ck who said what
That type of disrespect, y'all make the news over
In traffic with teenage shooters like AAU coaches (brrt, brrt)
The money stop when the custies drop
Don't make it too potent
Do what I told y'all on 5 to 50
And make a new whole (take a half, make a half)
I'm good in this game of numbers
It's like we playin' Legos as kids
No Cain and Abel, we more like the Chambers brothers
Nah, Lonzo and LaMelo
We ball like them famous brothers
And when it's dry
We only drop shit to entertain each other (we the hottest shit out)
And they been beggin' for the Stabbed & Shot shit
Like they been beggin' for me back
When I up and left for rap and got rich (left the hood)
Then double back in a Apricot 6 then
Jumped out that rockin' a quarter by my waist wearing Travis Scott kicks
Dick for expensive hoes
Trips for submissive hoes
The game been in my clench
I feel like I know Jiu-Jitsu holds
Who you gave your dope to?
They runnin' off with work to rock them furs (huh)
I took that work that I deserve
And told my verse on DR BIRDS, Stab, nigga (ayo, huh)

Don't be an easy purchase
Killed for cheap, a G a person
A crook, when your life get took, no reimbursin'
If he live and he need the nurses? Defeat the purpose
So he shot him and shot him again like he rehearsin'
I don't know who sold more birds, Me or Church's
Price is so young that they can't read in cursive
D's searchin' Suburbans, she was nervous
But I protected more white than Secret Service, huh
It's like these lil' niggas have to splurge
You gon' crash and burn
You only re-in' with a half a bird
Gettin' rich is your last concern
How you late on the rent when you and your bitch got matchin' furs?
That's my word, y'all have some nerves
Niggas act like family but family ain't an action word
Was passin' burbs past the curb
Now it's about takin' cash I earned, makin' it grow tax-deferred
Trust
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Writer: Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Justin Christopher Harrell, Lucas Adam Muniz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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