"Burden of Proof"

Butcher comin', n*gga
The army is doing something about the weather
Ah, yeah, I'm back, n*gga
Yeah, I'm back, n*gga
f*ck n*ggas is talkin' 'bout?
f*ck all that "who the best" sh*t, this and that
Y'all know what the f*ck it is with me
Ah, The Butcher comin', n*gga

Yo, last year was 'bout brandin', this one about expandin'
Caught a flight to Cali, made twenty 'fore I landed
This rap sh*t easy, tell the truth, I can't stand it
If I ain't have these Fs, I'd put a brick in transit, ask about me
All I did was get advice from n*ggas who sellin' white
Threw the money on the table before the plug set the pricе
I was eager, ain't no tomorrows, I could be dеad tonight
I was seasoned like patent leather, Jordan 11 Mike
I need a trunk full of cash, my foot stuck to the gas
That's a buck in the stash, doin' a buck and a half
I hung with hustlers, guys who sold hundreds of bags
They front you so many onions that it come with a Jag
The life of n*ggas who live it, the price for n*ggas who did it
Hoes fall in love when you look like a n*gga who get it
I know how it feel when they don't like that you did it different
'Cause they di*kridin' trends just like them n*ggas you mimic
I was young in my prison phases, how you know you really gangster
Jail cells while I learned decision makin'
Fifty grand in the 'frigerator, living room, killers waitin'
Plastic on the floor like we renovatin'

This not for kids so you gotta excuse it
Y'all don't spend enough on guns, but a lot with the jeweler
I spent a bunch on guns and a lot with the jeweler
Then bought a crib for my b*tch and gave a block to my shooters

Who you know that tote Glocks and sold rocks to abusers?
That did record breakin' numbers, broke locks for the movement
That was me with no pops, my coke spots was exclusive
Walk around with this froze watch 'cause no opps wanna do it
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