Knightfall Letra - Benny the Butcher & Black Soprano Family ft. Black Soprano Family

Summertime Butch

Yeah, you niggas gon' have to apologize to me

(Turn me up, Kino)

Yo

Wise words from a hustler, don't let no static stop your business

I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no niggas (Uhhuh)

What's sad is y'all won't get it, until I'm lashin' out with vengeance

And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playin' cat and mouse with hitters

No, don't ask how I'm religious, for every half, I vow forgiveness

It's like soul food Sunday how we pray, gather 'round them chickens

I know your type, your actions loud, but that come down to senses

When you know the ones who yappin' loud to who actually 'bout they business

Ain't no cappin' 'bout no killings, talkin', chattin' 'round no bitches

Take these secrets to the grave, I ain't rattin', I'm not no witness

They want me actin' out or backin' down, but that just sound ridiculous

I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it

Butchie, nigga

Summertime Butch

Uh, you know this shit more than bitches and jewels

(The money don't come 'til the night fall)

Fifty percent of it's true (Uh)

A man caught a little indictment from prison

(Money don't come 'til the dice fall)

The co-defendant's a mule, damn

Came up bendin' the rules now

(Junkies gon' come when that white fall)

We settin' the rules but

Even the broke niggas worth for a million or two

All you gotta do is—, hahaha

Just take in count my patent style, I'm actually 'round the realest

To multiply them stacks around, I travelled towns to get it

Now add the house, take that amount, subtract out all my feelings

A hint of this, a dash of clout, exactly how I did it

Say "Goodnight", then say "Hello" again to me

It's Mr. Landlord Butch', y'all niggas owe some rent to me

I got a bipolar bitch, she like to roll and vent to me

Told me her other nigga richer, but no offense to me

None taken, what's the difference from me and Calipari?

'Cause Kentucky and Louisville

Me and the feds got that kind of rivalry (Goddamn)

Gangsters out your posse be tryna dodge me (Woo)

Vacationin' in Abu Dhabi and meditate on sand like I know karate

Yeah, my nigga Jonesy told me he don't want to rap

(The money don't come 'til the night fall)

Have fun with that

I said that heroin run we had ain't comin' back, hehe

(Money don't come 'til the dice fall)

Just a drug lord, couple gats

Niggas will fumble packs, got money under wraps

'Til they stumble back, you heard?

(Junkies gon' come when that white fall)

Tell them a hustler told you that

Butcher, nigga

Summertime Butch