Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - War Paint lyrics

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 drive 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 bеdroom in Folsom
But I'm off shore, toastin'
Besides rap
Wе got you respectin' 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'
Unit's 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
I sit my Richard on the dresser
(Talk to 'em, hah)
The flow is just different, I'm just better
(O oh) 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
(Ha ha haha, 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, man, for real, anyway
Nigga, it's my room too, nigga
I'ma get to it
II'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 spit's
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