BENNY THE BUTCHER – War Paint lyrics

(ft. Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn)

[Benny the Butcher]
Ah
The Butcher comin’, n****
You know, n***** be talkin’ like this s*** overnight
I spent ’bout two thousand nights in the cells
So I’m like, which night y’all n***** talkin’ about?
Griselda
Uh
Hit-Boy

[Benny the Butcher]
Congratulate me now, all this paper gon’ change me how?
Fly n****, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
A broke n**** not my lady’s style
True grit worth to f*** 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 shore, toastin’
Besides rap, we 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, king s***, 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, n****

[Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, n****
At the cocaine spot, n**** (Ah, yeah)
I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, n**** (Aight, I gotta go, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I’ma hit me an opp, n**** (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the s*** don’t stop, n**** (Brr)
Feel like the s*** don’t stop, n**** (Brr)
This for my n***** takin’ showers in flip flops, n**** (Gotta light one up, ah)
Takin’ showers in flip flops, n****

[Conway the Machine]
Uh, I seen street n***** speakin’ blasphemy (Huh)
Like before rap, I wasn’t movin’ units out the trunk, b****, I’m Master P (Ha)
Left wrist rockin’ the masterpiece
Cuban bracelet weighin’ a half a ki’, n***** got some audacity (Talk to ’em, hahaha)
You n***** don’t even equal to half of me
I earned my spot with hard work, nothing was passed to me (I was grindin’, n****)
But, actually, situations was bad for me
Before this s*** 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 Beyonce
That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancee
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 form the 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 n***** 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 s*** raw, I don’t step on the crack like I’m superstitious (Hahahaha, ah)

[Westside Gunn]
Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, n****
At the cocaine spot, n**** (Ah)
I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, n**** (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I’ma hit me an opp, n**** (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the s*** don’t stop, n**** (Brr)
Feel like the s*** don’t stop, n**** (Brr)
This for my n***** takin’ showers in flip flops, n**** (Ah)
Takin’ showers in flip flops, n****

Ayo, so what you in here doin’, man?
You finished that beat I asked you to fix, man?
What the f*** is that? What you doin’?
Yo, yo, knock first before you come in my room [?]
N****, it’s my room too, n****
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, n****?
From Griselda, you know what I’m sayin’?
Benny the Butcher?
Yeah, word
Griselda?
Yeah, they hot, they hot
Kind a f*****’ name is Griselda? Man, what they-
Yo, come on, don’t hate, don’t hate
S*** sound like they named the s*** 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 n***** is flaming the streets right now
I don’t give a f***
Benny the Butcher? N****
Yeah, yeah
And he’s a rapper?
Yeah
Like he-he-he spits
N****, he gets with the best of ’em
That s*** 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 f*** 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 n***** naming a group
If he Benny the Butcher, what you got?
Meat Cleaver and f*****’ who else?
Like, Lamb Chop, n****, like what the f*** 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