B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Mission Accomplished lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] FLYGOD Ayo, brr Brr, ayo Ayo [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar] Ayo, I just heard Supreme done sold it's soul Got the hammers on the road, trunk lookin' like loads (Skrrt) Rockin' forty belows (Ah), these ni**as is hoes (Ah) Miraculous flows, grip the MAC when I pose (Brr) Click-clack with the fours, mismatch with the poles Tre pound with the nine, I think I'm outta my mind (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Rhymes ahead of my time, broad day with the—, uh Broad day with the vibes, hundred shots to arise (Brr) Some live, some die, headshot both times (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Shooter on coke lines, had him seizin' both times (Ah) Ayo, mink draggin' down Fifth Ave, peep the posturе (Ah) Doctor Romanelli, match the patent lеather Pradas (Ah) Seen the best fold, some turned for a dollar Some turned state courtroom like an opera Me, I'm just the illest ni**a walkin', Gallery Department We pulled up to spark sh*t (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Both hands grippin' on the carbon (Doot, doot) Fiends might die, we got the best on the market (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, yo, ah) [Verse 2: Armani Caesar] Since I turned to the boss life (Uh huh), I ain't really been y'all type (Nah) These b*tches be all tight, but they'll really be alright (Haha) I ain't sayin' sh*t, when I see 'em, it's on sight (Yup) They see me and bob and weave like they workin' for [?] (Ooh) Five star hitter (Yup), and I wife ni**as (What else?) Sky's where I stack up dough, is you scared of heights, ni**a? (Scared of heights, ni**a) Lost it all, got it back twice on ni**as (Twice on ni**as) Grind hard, clean up nice, call me Lysol, ni**as (Yup) Talk slick, we blow your groove back (Grrah, groove back) Windows up, roof back, La Perla drawers on the cooch cat (Ooh) Ass fat, itty-bitty is the waist size (The waist size) The Rollie cost a pretty penny, I don't waste time (True) Pretty little thing, got your honey hot (Honey hot) He got bread he wanna share (What you tell him?) I be sunny, pa Real cream, first lady of the ill team (Of the ill team, Griselda, b*tch) Whole crew full of big steppers like a drill team (Woo) [Interlude: Benny the Butcher] Yeah The Butcher comin', ni**a I just want ni**as to know that It's only one Griselda It's only one (Haha) Real sh*t, though Yo, ah, yo [Verse 3: Benny the Butcher] It ain't no debate if I'm real, you ni**as like Kendall Gill I'm early '90s Shaquille if they ever base it off skill Too hot to take it to trial, ni**a, I got a quarter mil' Quarter in my jewelry box, 'nother quarter for my appeal Loyalty and respect, I wore that sh*t like a shill Ask about me, I'm the boss, who the fu*k gon' tell me to chill? Thousand grams at my b*tch crib, you don't know how that feel On my fourth bust down watch and never had me a deal, uh Two diamond rings on the hand that fed sharks I done lapped rap ni**as that y'all gave head starts I graduated right from the trap from a head start These ni**as know where I'm from, my block like a landmark I got the Louis V kicks, the trench, and scarf I'm like Dre, Jay Electronica, and Marc', uh Whole team lit, this what you get when you playin' smart When you got integrity, longevity, and heart The Butcher, ni**a [Outro] Griselda by Fashion Rebels