Pass it to the homie on the couch
Jellowstone Room homie welcome to the south
Ringin up a check
Calling to collect
Studio live got the tools on couch
What's that all about
Holla baby shout
You know we Butcher Brown and we finna turn it out
You know you cannot do without
Need da medicine in yo brain
Without the intermission haaaa
King Butch comin' like a freight trane
In the left lane
Hunnit fity miles and hour kinda insane
Real shit mayne
Me da lion higha octane with the big mayne
Can't constrain
Obtain every title know to mayne
So everybody in the world know my name
Afri Cane to the death widda S on my chest
A no brainer
Not fit for a containers
Git in or get out but homie just make a decision
Looking through the prism for the inner misson
Fuck hoping and wishin
We designed for the grind
Mindset solders holding on the front line
We took the beast and mixed it with the savage
And put that shit in a suit
I got habits dats maad lavish
Remembered the homies that always told me "You could have it"
Cuz you can have it with the sweat from yah neck
And a self-placed bet in the mirror
Stand tall my nigga yo dreamz on yo shouldaz
100 million lashes but they know they couldn't hold us
They over worked and undersold us
With a bag full of fries and some sugar sodas
Even with blueprint they know they can't decode us
As I peel out with beautiful in the yellow lotus
I stay focused and
Stay close with
All the homies from the ville
And I keep it real
You know the deal
Tennishu
Butcher Brown
King Butch Baby
Best Band In The World