This real life
Change the way you look at shit, you know?
I promise, uh
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Uh
We really took a trip to see what's goin' on
Back and forth with niggas when it was goin' wrong
I'd never put that on a song (Nah)
Drinkin' water, thoughts of gettin'
Rich, I think I bought 'em (Bought 'em)
Really thought that I'd get rich off a dime 'fore I seen a quarter
Tell me what you know about it, the
Lobby crowded, we in public housin'
The government assistin' it, every day
It's some different shit (Every day)
The cameras ain't the only thing witnessin', niggas talkin'
You get a job, might get a check, you wanna trap? Might get a coffin
When that paper flowin', party for a
Month straight like Rick James (Rick)
The feds is askin' 'bout him, I just knew
Him by his nickname (I don't know him)
If it wasn't for this COVID shit, I'd
Probably be at the Knick game (Right there)
On the floor next to Spike Lee in a big chair
Know that Mozzy made it
Your man a rat, my only question is how you tolerate it? (Rat)
I'm always gon' give back to the
Struggle 'cause I feel obligated (I do)
Niggas ain't wanna make a change until they heard Obama say it
My uncle did forty years for nothin', just got exonerated (Uncle Rick)
The Butcher comin'
Pablo and the Butcher
Uh, yeah
They tell us lies and stare in our faces (Faces)
But I ain't scared, I'ma say it
Took our manual, tearin' out pages (I know)
Put us on lists, comparin' our greatness
But I'm like Mike, I feel like niggas
Couldn't ball in the era I played in
Still on the pavement, the hood gon' cheer for the gangsters
A miracle I made it, three albums up and six zeros later
I'm still goin' up, but what I get
For doin' your heroes favors? Nothin'
The same shit I gave federal interrogators, y'all scared of paper
Y'all run a plug off 'fore y'all near the paper
Eyes closed, I can count from the sound when I hear the paper (Damn)
It's the Butcher, you know my verse
A classic if Harry made it (Uh-huh)
Old karma give y'all niggas bad luck like a mirror breakin'
Drug deals, bricks weighin', background, my lyrics playin'
Just loud enough so nobody hear what they sayin' (Uh-uh)
Ask your label, "Where's your advance?" (Where's that?)
Sittin' here on my hands (Right here)
Y'all niggas just trash or y'all got terrible fans (Huh)
Pablo and the Butcher
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