Ay yo, you Know every time I come back
My shit A1
Niggas be like, "Yo
Ay yo, you saved this Rap shit"
I be like, "Nah
This Rap shit saved me though"
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Uh, when Niggas say they need less trappers and more poets
I kept talking to hustlers that's more heroic
It's a difference when you rise out a ghetto, come back and grow it
The game broke my heart in three places I never show it
Close my eyes and a voice in my eardrums tell me 'fore the feds come
To turn these breadcrumbs to a hedge fund
Y'all the type to change your life when niggas survive shootings
You made it out alive, retired and drive Uber
I laugh at this whole shit, how I captured it so quick, yeah
I ran the field with the passion of old Vick
Y'all dumb niggas broke 'cause money and accidents don't mix
Traffic my flows just like I'm back to my old tricks
Been a young legend I caught flashes in '06
Buttons on the driver's side make the passenger door flip, yeah
I been getting a little to accurate, I need new challenges
You know the rules if you move backwards then you do calendars
For street niggas I'm the new catalyst but who fathomed it?
My heroes in federal sweatsuits and New Balances
What's the outcome for niggas like me? Where do I land?
I put a Prezzy on my wrist when the streets forced my hand
Bumping into old beef in my city, we spinnin' blocks
There's pressure until we get the respect you give your pops
Can only name a few rhymer's who had it like dude got it
Make a list, uh, and I'm on they heels like shoe polish
I let niggas talk all last year I was too modest
Whole gang up and my safe stuffed like a Jew wallet, uh
I pray for block boys who phones doin' 1500
Just to turn the shit he pumpin' into crispy hundreds
Yeah ok, we know its Rap, but don't forget we hustlers
And how we used to bag dope up on empty stomachs, uh

The Butcher coming, nigga
Fuck niggas talking 'bout?
Every time I come back my shit A1
That's why the niggas in the jails fuck with me
That's why the niggas in the offices fuck with me
Ayo Fraud this shit crazy
This nostalgic, nigga
Shit felt like when Tony met Sosa
ah, this for my niggas, man
I been ten toes down that's why my shit sound like this
I ain't make none of this up
Big Griselda
Black Soprano Family
The Butcher comin', nigga

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Writer(s): Jeremie Pennick, Rory William Quigley