"East Side Butch Freestyle" lyrics
Top of the city shit
You can feel it
Yeah, Eastside Butch
Welcome to Buffalo, New York
Feel like my hunger unappreciated
My talent unimaginative
In a game that's double-sided, they got me challenging the narratives
Relief for different countries, but tariffs for Americans
Ignorance to privilege that's what you inherit when you fairer skin
It's like the whole Eastside been exposed to experiments
Never strolled out a Sheraton with coke in your keratin
Ties to guys that got dough they don't care to spend
But, I don't gamble, so, if I stop the bank, it's gon' be Merrill lynch
My birth certificate under my mattress
Few M's in a mansion, strong
I still call fiends to the crib to do handy jobs
Never forgot who I came from
How could I? My family small
Family values like the Blanco's
My syndrome was Stockholm
I'd play that name shit too If I was faced with y'all status
'Cause if we base it off talent it'll make it off balance
I dealt with plugs y'all never met, l've been to places y'all haven't
So fuck a chain, y'all record label should be making y'all caskets
It's BSF, nigga
The biggest
East Side Butch, walk with me
Brrt
The Butcher comin', nigga
Yo
From crumbs to a corn crop, and that one was a long shot
That quarter brick from Tilly helped, for me, he had a soft spot
Was flushing in a raid, it bought me time, I had my doors locked
I traded in my jewels and got a boost from the pawn shop
Now I got them pouring out liquor for they fellas that's not alive
And plottin' get-back, but, that ain't what they telling the homicide
The witness never show, oh, well, and the bailiff just got surprised
The judge threw away the F like he spellin' phenomenon
Mask tied around my face, not 'cause I can't take the smell
That blender a different story, be careful, you can't inhale
Back in 2017 when that dope wasn't safe to sell
I used to bag up bad bundles like "Who I'm gon' take to hell?"
I was a Cryptkeeper, come here and get a brick cheaper
Put stones in my bitch cleaver, I even bought my kids cleavers
Nerves of a daredevil, I'm a certified risk seeker
Truly yours, King Kong
And this one not no diss either
It's Butch, nigga
You can feel it
Yeah, Eastside Butch
Welcome to Buffalo, New York
Feel like my hunger unappreciated
My talent unimaginative
In a game that's double-sided, they got me challenging the narratives
Relief for different countries, but tariffs for Americans
Ignorance to privilege that's what you inherit when you fairer skin
It's like the whole Eastside been exposed to experiments
Never strolled out a Sheraton with coke in your keratin
Ties to guys that got dough they don't care to spend
But, I don't gamble, so, if I stop the bank, it's gon' be Merrill lynch
My birth certificate under my mattress
Few M's in a mansion, strong
I still call fiends to the crib to do handy jobs
Never forgot who I came from
How could I? My family small
Family values like the Blanco's
My syndrome was Stockholm
I'd play that name shit too If I was faced with y'all status
'Cause if we base it off talent it'll make it off balance
I dealt with plugs y'all never met, l've been to places y'all haven't
So fuck a chain, y'all record label should be making y'all caskets
It's BSF, nigga
The biggest
East Side Butch, walk with me
Brrt
The Butcher comin', nigga
Yo
From crumbs to a corn crop, and that one was a long shot
That quarter brick from Tilly helped, for me, he had a soft spot
Was flushing in a raid, it bought me time, I had my doors locked
I traded in my jewels and got a boost from the pawn shop
Now I got them pouring out liquor for they fellas that's not alive
And plottin' get-back, but, that ain't what they telling the homicide
The witness never show, oh, well, and the bailiff just got surprised
The judge threw away the F like he spellin' phenomenon
Mask tied around my face, not 'cause I can't take the smell
That blender a different story, be careful, you can't inhale
Back in 2017 when that dope wasn't safe to sell
I used to bag up bad bundles like "Who I'm gon' take to hell?"
I was a Cryptkeeper, come here and get a brick cheaper
Put stones in my bitch cleaver, I even bought my kids cleavers
Nerves of a daredevil, I'm a certified risk seeker
Truly yours, King Kong
And this one not no diss either
It's Butch, nigga
