B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Buffalo Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Drake] *Lighter flick* Feel like Tune [Verse 1: Drake] I'm iller than the illness that these people wish me Drake be Joshin' around but life wasn't Nickelodeon or Disney, is you kidding me? My resume is thicker than Nicki, I'm busy-busy I remember doing halftime at Jackson, Mississippi Wasn't drivin' Cadillac then, but sh*t still found a way to escalate quickly Wanted people to miss me, changed sh*t after Nipsey Took the fun away, now the fun's done Roses right now though, tell 'em to run some You don't havе to see the score to know that I won some Truе colors always come out like the sun does 'Specially when you assumin' the role of that ni**a 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 readings, corporate meetings, power lunches Private funding, hundred push-ups, hundred crunches Final touches, lemon squeezes, island breezes Press releases, moving speeches, multi-tasking Torches passing, strong attractions, forceful actions What's really cracking? I guess I'm maintaining, thanks for asking, yeah And I don't even need to ask how you doing without me Your captions are more about me than you were about me Your friends come around, I don't know what they doing around me They still come around, yeah [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] 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 meetings 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 tying me to greats, every other week, I'm buying me a safe I learned its more satisfying when you wait Had to hide so many stacks in my crib, I got it b**by trapped My closest look like a Off-White vs. Louis match All that jealousy obvious, I got hipped to it Even your compliments starting to sound like bitterness All the pressure I'm living 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 thinking I'm in over my head Bagging up breathing chemicals, when a ki' was the pinnacle Now at my high schools giving speeches, speaking political Got here being original Every day its like the new me, the business man, vs. me as the criminal I'm the quiet one in the room, keeping it minimal Till the house big enough I can park the V in the living room [Outro: Benny The Butcher] Ah, the Butcher coming ni**a