Consignment - Tsu Surf, Benny the Butcher

I’m payin' lawyers, never bought a Wraith

I’m burnin' cookies for this morning bake

I filled that sneaker box, I bought a safe

I felt them bullets on my daughter face

I coulda died so I ordered steak

I was gettin' head, thinkin' damn I could be dead

A .40 and a foreign, least two bitches in my bed

That casket gotta come, I only fear the feds

Them conversations recorded, please be careful what you said

Just be making sure that baby straight

Friends with them dope fiends

Cuz got a pill problem, chasin' Perks with codeine

His family ain’t answerin' jail calls, let that phone ring

Quarter mil was overkill, I hit him with that whole thing

Know I gotta go, it’s a question where they send me

She say she never did this but that Fendi make her friendly

Hit the kitchen with that Whitney, get to butchin' like I’m Benny

I whip it the hard way, won’t short me for a penny

I show you what this pain like, Xan pill, plane flight

That bitch playin' bourgie, she be fuckin' you the same night

Heard he mighta told, I can’t see him in the same light

We ain’t have no VVS’s officer these chains tight

Go and get a bust-down, double up your plate

Anytime that you ain’t ate go and rub it in they face

Consignment come from Buffalo, the plug send the bill

He ain’t got no bodies, can’t trust him on that drill

I count the money, let the bitches choose

And make kitchen moves

'Cause being broke at 30 make you miserable

You got them stacks I bring a chicken through

The way I whip it had captains and lieutenants in my living room

I’m established out in Liverpool

Countin' racks up while my accountant do my taxes in a different room

They puttin' status over principles

They ain’t stackin', half these little dudes

Just braggin' in their interviews

Streets tellin' me y’all got it, had my feet on collars

Since my plug gave me narcotics

If you tryna match 'em up, send me y’all hottest

The work come y’all negotiatin', we all cop it

Shit cool ‘til your clique get robbed, a clip get tossed

Kill everything, get Chris Benoit’d

While y’all buy whips for broads, I bought clips for squads

Bodies drop then we lit cigars

The Butcher! Let’s go!