Burden of Proof lyrics
by Benny the Butcher
[Intro]
Ah
Butcher comin', n*gga
Hit-Boy
The army is doing something about the weather
Ah, yeah, I'm back, n*gga
Yeah, I'm back, n*gga
f*ck n*ggas is talkin' 'bout?
f*ck all that "who the best" sh*t, this and that
Y'all know what the f*ck it is with me
Ah, The Butcher comin', n*gga
[Verse]
Yo, last year was 'bout brandin', this one about expandin'
Caught a flight to Cali, made twenty 'fore I landed
This rap sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas who live it, the price for n*ggas who did it
Hoes fall in love when you look like a n*gga who get it
I know how it feel when they don't like that you did it different
'Cause they di*kridin' trends just like them n*ggas 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 b*tch 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
[Outro]
Let's go, n*gga
f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Eastside Buffalo sh*t, n*gga
Montana sh*t, 1300 sh*t
Free all my n*ggas, free my n*gga Ceas'
Free my n*gga Duffle Bag, free my cousin Dat
Y'all know how we do this sh*t
Big Griselda, big BSF, n*gga
My n*gga Hit-Boy on the track, n*gga
We smokin' sh*t, n*gga
Huh, f*ck n*gga
Griselda
[Skit: Pain In Da Ass]
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, sh*t 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 f*cks 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!