Letra de Buffalo Freestyle - Benny The Butcher

(Feat. Drake)

Feel like Tune

I'm iller than the illness that these people wish me

Drake be joshin' around, but life wasn't Nickelodeon or Disney, is you kiddin' me?

My resume is thicker than Nicki, I'm busy-busy

I remember doing halftime at Jackson, Mississippi

Wasn't drivin' Cadillac then, but shit still found a way to escalate quickly

Wanted people to miss me, changed shit after Nipsey

Took the fun away, now the fun's done

Roses right now though, tell 'em to run some

You don't have to see the score to know that I won some

True colors always come out like the Sun does

'Specially when you assumin' the role of that nigga

I keep my circle small so the blunt gets back quicker

I just woke up and tripped on a glass slipper

I guess Cinderella must've called up her own Uber

I've always been able to see the depths of my own future

Psychic readin's, corporate meetin's, power lunches

Private fundin', hundred push-ups, hundred crunches

Final touches, lemon squeezes, island breezes

Press releases, movin' speeches, multi-taskin'

Torches passin', strong attractions, forceful actions

What's really crackin'?

I guess I'm maintainin', thanks for askin', yeah

And I don't even need to ask how you doin' without me

Your captions are more about me than you were about me

Your friends come around, I don't know what they doin' around me

They still come around, yeah

Uh, it's worth more when you earn it, guilty the verdict

Burnin' large bills in the furnace, trash bags and detergent

I touched a little bit of this paper, I'm still yearnin'

Drove the work three hundred times at least, I'm still nervous

Here to speak for the hopefuls, keepin' it soulful

Phone face down at the bar, havin' drinks at Kimodo

Hope these meetin's on roof tops never turn into jail visits

It only put a smile on my face when the scale tippin'

Despite the well wishes from y'all, I held distance

They prayin' my success stories turn into failed missions

They tyin' me to greats, every other week, I'm buyin' me a safe

I learned its more satisfyin' when you wait

Had to hide so many stacks in my crib, I got it booby trapped

My closet look like a Off-White versus Louis match

All that jealousy obvious, I got hipped to it

Even your compliments startin' to sound like bitterness

All the pressure I'm livin' with

Every line delivered with hunger, my flow a sure thing like a death certificate

Soldiers is dead, spilled blood over this bread

Had my family thinkin' I'm in over my head

Baggin' up breathin' chemicals, when a ki' was the pinnacle

Now at my high schools giving speeches, speakin' political

Got here bein' original

Every day its like the new me, the business man, versus me as the criminal

I'm the quiet one in the room, keepin' it minimal

'Til the house big enough I can park the V in the livin' room

Ah, the Butcher comin', nigga

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