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 till the night fall)
Fifty percent of it's true (Uh)
A man caught a little indictment from prison
(Money don't come till 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 till the night fall)
Have fun with that
I said that heroin run we had ain't comin' back, hehe
(Money don't come till the dice fall)
Just a drug lord, couple gats
Niggas will fumble packs, got money under wraps
Till they stumble back, you heard?
(Junkies gon' come when that white fall)
Tell them a hustler told you that
Butcher, nigga
Summertime Butch
