MRE (feat. Benny the Butcher)

Ah
Man you know what we on
I ain't even gotta explain myself no more to these n*****
AH
Big BSF, Huh
I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though
Uh, they gone say the money changed me
But I'ma say the haters did it
I watched them suckers bend the rules
But what I do, forgave them n*****
Making movies I played the villain
Shake and move and making millions
Money calling, my line beeping
I had to tell them to wait a minute, uh
Phillipe steak from table scraps
I don't like we're making raps
Enough dough saved up that
I can pay the label back
Overseas touring I'm staying at a Paris Hilton
Then a few days later a n**** ran into Paris Hilton
I mad cocaine aroma smoke
We never got diplomas though
The President that making drugs legal
That's who I'm voting foe
You know BSF the stamp n****
These killers uncontrollable
The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables
S-class, the new in the model
Pillows in the back and the rug so soft
Can't wear your shoes when we riding
I'm used to beef, all they do is some hollows
Keep playing
We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles
It's Butch n****
Yeah, Butch in the cut
It's Gil, the realest
You know we repping MRE in this bitch, look
MRE yeah we make dollars
Another bar, another comma
It's RLZ on the block, where we swerve Chevys, no Impalas
Trynna cop me a presidential, finna name that bitch Obama
Yeah I'm stacking the money I'm making
I'm taking it all, I ain't leaving you nada, like uh
My flow is creating a stream like I'm Twitch
And they follow the master like Zen
Yeah when I'm getting the itch, then I fuck on a bitch
Then I go and I fuck on her friend
Both are a ten
In UK they leng
Cease and desist, haters tripping again
If little shorty gets too attached, I turn her to a fan aye
Got two phones, they siamese
Got two hoes from Tel Aviv
From the ground up like collard greens
Was frowned up, bitch c'est la vie
Never giving up on what we started
Used to feel lost, now I got a target
Go straight at it like a fucking rocket
Tell Houston that I've departed
Back to back to back to back to back
Fuck a gold, I need a diamond plaque
Boy I got it, what you bitches lack
Got some problems? You know where we at
Boy this money never changed me
Been the same, always be
You pasty ass motherfuckers better just shut up
Matter fact, pay me