War Paint (feat. Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine)

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Ah
 The Butcher comin', nigga
 You know, niggas be talkin' like this shit overnight
 I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells
 So I'm like, which night y'all niggas talkin' about?
 Griselda
 Uh
 Hit-Boy
 Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
 Fly nigga, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
 A broke nigga not my lady's style
 She quit work to fuck me, count up and try this Mercedes 'round
 No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smokin'
 Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
 Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin'
 I'd have a bedroom in Folsom, but I'm off shorе, toastin'
 Besides rap, we got you rеspectin' the business
 I left the dope game with stripes, y'all left with opinions
 We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness
 But how could I? Can't shit fix the death of a sibling
 Loadin' up my straps again, them folks done plugged the wall against my back again
 War paint on me like them Africans
 They wanna know my net worth, they guessin' is I'm stackin' it
 Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate
 Griselda, nigga
 Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
 At the cocaine spot, nigga (ah, yeah)
 I pray every day I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (aight, I gotta go, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (Brr)
 Feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (brr)
 This for my niggas takin' showers in flip flops, nigga (gotta light one up, ah)
 Takin' showers in flip flops, nigga
 Uh, I seen street niggas speakin' blasphemy (Huh)
 Like before rap, I wasn't movin' units out the trunk, bitch, I'm Master P (ha)
 Left wrist rockin' the masterpiece
 Cuban bracelet weighin' a half a ki', niggas got some audacity (talk to 'em, hahaha)
 You niggas don't even equal to half of me
 I earned my spot with hard work, nothing was passed to me (I was grindin', nigga)
 But, actually, situations was bad for me
 Before this shit you see as a triumph, was almost tragedy (I swear)
 I'm at the Roc Nation party smellin' like chronic smoke (hah)
 HOV said, "You that boy", I get acknowledged by the GOAT (What up, HOV?)
 Woo, even shook the hand of Beyoncé
 That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancée
 But I don't know if it's because my shorty such a fan
 Or did she realize in that moment, I'm the motherfuckin' man (talk to 'em)
 I'm just rich, you see the Richard on the dresser (talk to 'em, hah)
 The flow is just different, I'm just better (ooh)
 Only time I felt pressure when the doctor said
 I'd be paralyzed neck down even after all his efforts (hah)
 That bullet tore my neck up and now my neck got VS'd up
 I could still hit the connect up, I told you niggas I'm next up (I'm next)
 Yeah, I drop the bag, I'm used to doin' business (cap, hah)
 Gave the shooter an extra ten, that's for future business (big)
 Bodies drop, I can't get too specific (hah)
 I sell the shit raw, I don't step on the crack like I'm superstitious (hahahaha, ah)
 Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
 At the cocaine spot, nigga (ah)
 I pray every day I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (brr)
 Feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (Brr)
 This for my niggas takin' showers in flip flops, nigga (ah)
 Takin' showers in flip flops, nigga
 ♪
 Ayo, so what you in here doin', man?
 You finished that beat I asked you to fix, man?
 What the fuck is that? What you doin'?
 Yo, yo, knock first before you come in my room
 Nigga, it's my room too, nigga
 I'ma get to it
 I-I'm working on this Benny the Butcher beat
 Who?
 I'm tryna make the album
 You know, Benny the Butcher
 Who, nigga?
 From Griselda, you know what I'm sayin'?
 Benny the Butcher?
 Yeah, word
 Griselda?
 Yeah, they hot, they hot
 Kind a fuckin' name is Griselda? Man, what they-
 Yo, come on, don't hate, don't hate
 Shit sound like they named the shit after one of they babysitters, Griselda Jimenez
 Like I get reppin' for the Latin community
 But Griselda sound like a Mariachi band or something, you know what I mean?
 Son, you gotta get with the times, yo
 These niggas is flaming the streets right now
 I don't give a fuck
 Benny the Butcher? Nigga
 Yeah, yeah
 And he's a rapper?
 Yeah
 Like he-he-he spits
 Nigga, he gets with the best of 'em
 That shit sound like a wrestler name
 Like WWE SmackDown, like
 You know, "Ladies and gentlemen, Benny the Butcher"
 You know what I'm sayin', it's just, what the fuck is happenin' here?
 Like I don't even understand what's happening, man
 I'm just sayin', son, I'm tryna get some money
 Yeah but I'm sayin', like what's-what's-what's up with niggas naming a group
 If he Benny the Butcher, what you got?
 Meat Cleaver and fuckin' who else?
 Like, Lamb Chop, nigga, like what the fuck are we doin' here like?
 You gotta chill man, you always hatin'
 I-I-I'm just saying this-this-this some new streets, man
 I don't know, this, this, this some new streets
 You a hater
 

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Duration
04:30
Key
2
Tempo
81 BPM

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