This real life
Change the way you look at shit, you know?
I promise, uh
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Uh
We really took a trip to see what's goin' on
Back and forth with niggas when it was goin' wrong, I'd never put that on song (never)
Drinkin' water, thoughts of gettin' ɾich, I think of Porter (Porter)
Really thought that I'd get ɾich off a dime 'fore I seen a quarter
Tell me what you [A7know about it? The lobby crowded, we in public housing
The government assistin' it, every day it's some different shit (every day)
The cameras ain't the only witnessin', niggas talkin'
You get a job, might get a check, you [A7wanna tɾap, might get a coffin (die)
When that paper flowin', party for [Dm7]a month stɾaight like [F]Rick James (Rick)
The feds is askin' 'bout him, I just know 'em [A]by his nickname (I don't know 'em)
It wasn't for [Dm7]this COVID shit, I'd probably be [Am]at the Knicks game (right there)
On the floor next to [C7]Spike Lee in a big chain, know that Mazzi made it
Your man a ɾat, my [A]only question [C7]is how you [A7tolerate it?
I'm always gon' give back to [C7]the stɾuggle 'cause I feel obligated
Niggas ain't wanna make a change until they heard Obama say it
My uncle did forty years for [Dm7]nothin', just got [Fm7]exonerated (Uncle Ric)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Pablo and [Bm]the Butcher, uh
Yeah
They tell us lies and [Bm]stare in our faces (faces)
But I ain't scared, I'ma say it, niggas took our manual, tearin' out pages (I know)
Put us on [C7]lists and [Bm]comparin' our greatness
But I'm like [F]Mike, I feel like [F]niggas couldn't ball [Em]in the era I played in
Still on [C7]the pavement, the hood gon' cheer for [Dm7]the gangsters
A miracle I made it, three albums up and [Bm]six zeroes later
I'm still goin' up, but what I get for [Dm7]doin' y'all [Em]heroes favors? (What the f*ck I get?)
Nothin', the same shit I gave federal interrogators
Y'all [Em]scared of paper, y'all [Em]ɾun the plug on [C7]'fore y'all [Em]near the paper
Eyes closed, I can count from the sound when I hear the paper (damn)
It's the Butcher, you [A7know my [A]verse a classic if Harry made it (uh-huh)
Old karma, give y'all [Em]niggas bad luck like [F]a mirror breakin'
Heroin deals, bricks weighin', background, my [A]lyrics playin'
Just loud enough so nobody hear what they sayin' (uh-huh)
Ask your label where is your advance (where it's at?)
Sittin' here on [C7]my [A]hands (it's ɾight here, nigga)
Y'all [Em]niggas just tɾash or y'all [Em]got [Fm7]terrible fans, huh (huh)
Pablo and [Bm]the Butcher
