Burden Of Proof

Ah
 Butcher comin', nigga
 Hit-Boy
 The Army is doing something about the weather
 Ah, yeah
 I'm back, nigga
 Yeah, I'm back, nigga
 Fuck niggas is talkin' 'bout?
 Fuck all that "Who the best" shit, this and that
 Y'all know what the fuck it is when n-
 Ah, the butcher comin', nigga
 Yo, last year was 'bout brandin', this one about expandin'
 Caught a flight to Cali, made 20 'fore I landed
 This rap shit easy, tell the truth, I can't stand it
 If I ain't have these Fs, I'd put a brick in transit, ask about me
 All I did was get advice from niggas who sellin' white
 Threw the money on the table before the plug set the price
 I was eager, ain't no tomorrows, I could be dead tonight
 I was seasoned like patent leather, Jordan 11 Mike
 I need a trunk full of cash, my foot stuck to the gas
 That's a buck in the stash, doin' a buck and a half
 I hung with hustlers, guys who sold hundreds of bags
 They front you so many onions that it come with a jag
 The life of niggas who live it, the price for niggas who did it
 Hoes fall in love when you look like a nigga who get it
 I know how it feel when they don't like that you did it different
 'Cause they dickridin' trends just like them niggas you mimic, Yeah
 I was young in my prison phases, how you know you really gangster
 Jail cells while I learned decision makin'
 50 grand in the 'frigerator, living room, killers waitin'
 Plastic on the floor like we renovatin'
 This not for kids so you gotta excuse it
 Yeah, I don't spend enough on guns, but a lot with the jeweler
 I spent a bunch on guns in the lot with the jeweler
 Then bought a crib for my bitch and gave a block to my shooters
 Who you know that tote Glocks and sold rocks to abusers?
 That did record breakin' numbers, broke locks for the movement
 That was me with no pops, my coke spots was exclusive
 Walk around with this froze watch 'cause no opps wanna do it
 Let's go, nigga
 Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
 Eastside Buffalo shit, nigga
 Montana shit, 1300 shit
 Free all my niggas, free my nigga Ceas'
 Free my nigga Duffle Bag
 Free my cousin Dat
 You know how we do this shit
 Big Griselda, big BSF, nigga
 My nigga Hit-Boy on the track, nigga
 We smokin' shit, nigga
 Huh, fuck nigga
 Griselda
 Now buddy, I'm gonna tell you a couple things and you're gonna listen
 Once you get into this family, there's no getting out
 This family comes before anything, it's a thing of honor
 Takes time and memoriam, I mean you-you survived the streets
 That's almost like basic training
 You're a soldier now, and the number one rule in this army is making money
 This is a business, it's a pyramid
 Money goes up, shit goes down
 If there's something to be sold, we're there
 We've always been there
 You've got the top ten position, and for what?
 Because you're a good earner, and you've got your honor
 Not like these other fucks that act like they're made of honor
 When all they are is certified bridesmaids
 You keep that Benny, and now it's your turn
 Okay! I'm reloaded!