#KingButch

[Intro]
Check check, 1,2
1,2 check
Microphone check 1,2
Yo yo yo
1,2 check check check
1,2 yo yo yo
Cut me a check

[Verse]
Pass it to the homie on the couch
Yellowstone room homie welcome to the south
Bringing up a check calling to collect
Studio love, got the jewels on the couch
What's that all about
Holler baby shout
You know we Butcher Brown and we finna turn it out
You know you can not do without me the medicine in your brain
Without the intermission high
King Butch coming like a freight train in the left lane
150 miles an hour kind of insane
Real shit man
Me belying higher octane with the big man can't cut string
Obtain every title known to man
So everybody in the world know my name
African to the death
With an S on my chest, a no brainer
Not fit for containers
Get it or get out but homie just make a decision
Looking through the prism for the intermission
Fuck hoping and wishing
Yo we designed for the grind
Mind sent soldiers holding on the front line
We took the beast and mixed it with the savage
And put the shit in a soup
I got habits that's mad lavish
Remembered all the homies that they told me you could have it
Cause you could have it with the sweat from your neck
And a self placed bet in the mirror
Stand tall my nigga your dreams on your shoulders
A hundred million lashes but you know they couldn't hold us
They overworked and undersold us
With a bag full of fries and some sugar soda
Even with the blueprint they know they can't decode us
As I peel out with a beautiful in the yellow Lotus
I stay focused and stay close with all the homies from the ville
I keep it real
You know the deal
Tennishu
Butcher Brown
King Butch
Best band in the world