All Business - Hit-Boy, Benny the Butcher

Gun powder in my, load the clip then unload it

We the realest you can quote me

I’m back and I’m better brodie

Made this beat all by my lonely

Wrote this shit all by lonely

So I’m doly to the stu, I might be the one and only

9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie

Two hands up, niggas tryna block me like a goalie

Thugs and parole, some of my closest homies

It’s the way these niggas move why we ain’t clickin'

They fakin' real life, get saved by image

I’m sizin' niggas up but this ain’t full fittin'

I can hear the sneak diss in the play back

Niggas will see me, one on one to say that

The injection is lethal, I’m thumpin on the needle

Put my face on stain glass in the cathedral

Back to back deals with Jimmy and hovito

Niggas wouldn’t know the feeling

Building till I own the building, yeah

I’d like to send the congratulations

To my motherfuckin' self

Look, hol' up

Lacin' up these size 10, steppin' on you wisecracks

Started with a small vision, now the screen on iMax

Big dawg vicious, God my witness

I ain’t with the wishin', so I keep it all bidness

HB paid the cost, I got the shit ringin' off

See the smoke from the exhaust when I peel out kid

Ten plus in this shit and they still doubt Hit

I should hand niggas a contract, like fill out this

Went through the seasons I had to stand the weather

One man band, y’all better band together, I’m 'bout bands

Doubts in my flame, nigga I doubt that

My nigga see an enemigo, they gon' hop out fast

Look back in the race and get passed up quick

Pushin' at my own pace, still lappin' you

I wasn’t even surprised when you ass jumped shit

We know niggas who do the most, ain’t done shit

It’s all bidness, no feelings

Get money, keep winnin'

Look, hol' up

Gotta clean up the mud, I ain’t touchin' the feds

Then we high like a nigga standin' up on peds

We ain’t givin' out the info, don’t ask us

Mask up, flee the scene in a black truck

It’s bad luck, fuckin' with squad

We your ass to the mob

The Flex, droppin' a bomb, I had to take the batton

Nip' told the world this shit is a marathon, you got sell a billion first week,

I ain’t scared of y’all (I got this)

Let’s go

Bulletproof the Benz, lost a few friends

But made so much hoes, think I play for the Redskins

Blowin' smoke out of gas masks (Yeah)

Baggin' dough up in trashbag, streets’ll double cross like hashtags

Pressure wasn’t shit to a nigga, I invited it

They askin' what I did for the hood, I inspired it

Fiends taste the dope 'fore they fire it, who inquirin'?

Chasin' down money was tirin', now they wire it

Gun smoke in my clothing, they can never say I folded

Put a nigga to sleep and then give his mother roses

50K in a sofa, got me laughin' like the Joker

You suite the bitch, been two week with you and broke it

They ask my motivation, of course it’s hunger

I walked out of 2019 with jordan numbers

Record label tryna sign me, that’s when we lost each other

'Cause I’m really not a rapper, I just talk to hustlers

The Butcher, ah

Big Griselda in this bitch

You know what I’m sayin'?

You know I fly to LA

Soon as I land, I’m gon fuck with my boy Hit

Niggas ain’t fuckin' with us, nigga

It’s classic shit, ah

The real is back nigga, we run this shit, ah

We run this shit, The Butcher comin' nigga