Benny the Butcher - Burden of Proof lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher - Burden of Proof lyrics]
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 with me
Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Yo, last year was 'bout brandin'
This one about expandin'
Caught a flight to Cali
Made twenty '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 pricе
I was eager, ain't no tomorrows
I could be dеad 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'
Fifty grand in the 'frigerator, living room
Killers waitin'
Plastic on the floor like we renovatin'
This not for kids so you gotta excuse it
Y'all don't spend enough on guns
But a lot with the jeweler
I spent a bunch on guns and
A 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
Y'all 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'ma 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, since time immemorial
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 tier position
And for what?! Because you're a good earner
And you 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!
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 with me
Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Yo, last year was 'bout brandin'
This one about expandin'
Caught a flight to Cali
Made twenty '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 pricе
I was eager, ain't no tomorrows
I could be dеad 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'
Fifty grand in the 'frigerator, living room
Killers waitin'
Plastic on the floor like we renovatin'
This not for kids so you gotta excuse it
Y'all don't spend enough on guns
But a lot with the jeweler
I spent a bunch on guns and
A 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
Y'all 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'ma 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, since time immemorial
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 tier position
And for what?! Because you're a good earner
And you 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!