'97 Hov

[Part I: Produced by Daringer]

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, the Butcher coming, nigga
I walk in the room, niggas can feel that pressure when I walk in, nigga
Like you saw the devil, yo, look

[Verse]
I was born in 84, but I'm like 97 Hov
I went platinum off a brick, I cooked on 97 stoves
Yeah, I know the streets is watching so Im highly skeptical
Where I'm at in my career, one hit and Ill be set to go, uh
Duct tape for the blocks, black tape for the strap
Bentley in the parking lot, ashtray full of pack
Had dreams of retiring and burying the money
Back when I was young with more experience than money
On my Georgetown shit, rock the blue Hoya
When they snatched my niggas up, I got a new lawyer
They start off young so they shoot for you, I groom em
Soon they become they own bosses and recruit for you
Its not a such thing as too loyal
This gat melt your favorite rapper Patek into a pool for you
You think you nice, well, I got news for you
I get em chewed for you, its funny when every rapper food to you
My bitch asking me to settle down
I was reckless at selling brown, she know Im finally on level ground
Im tryna change, but in my head it's sounds
Telling me I can be El Chapo instead of Kevin Liles
Freestyle for Clue, I feel like '97 Hov
It was 96, he pulled up in that '97 Rov, uh
Drove it back and forth, done went through 97 tolls
Real stories bout drug money got me etched in stone, uh
By the time they learn to loveme, Ill be dead and gone
Real hustlers treat them rentals like they second home
First double up, thirty dollars, seven stones
Yeah, I ****ed it up, but that whole play set the tone
[Skit: Pimp C & Woman]
You real angry
You know why I'm mad? Let me tell you why Im mad
Im mad because everybody on these records lying
Everybodys lying, everybodys this big D-boy
Everybodys these hardcore gangsters
Everybody gon do this to each other when they see each other
And the truth be told, we too blessed and we having too much money
In this rap game to be going to war with each other
Right, okay
And the truth be told, dont nobody wanna fight nobody in this rap game
Cause 98% of these dudes is cowards

[Part II: Produced by The Alchemist]

[Intro]
Check, one, two
The Butcher coming, nigga
Brrt, lets go (Doot, doot, doot)
We pull up, jumping out them V12 engines, detail kitted
Females with us, the hoes driving like it aint got no seat belts in it
Uh-huh, woo, yeah
Thats it right there, yo, uh

[Verse]
We pull up, jumping out them V12 engines, detail kitted
Females with us, the hoes driving like it aint got no seat belts in it
The block look like it got seashells in it
The beam on the SIG flashing like it got an unread email in it
They try their best to stop us, we still winning
I run the shit in my Versace, chain reactions til my feet swell in em
Gold digger, deep pussy, I park the CL in it
Never pay for pussy, just pay for meals just to be fair with her
I hit the brakes, but wait, the light bout to change
Realizing what Im driving and how my life bout to change
When I die, go to TV Johnny and ice out the grave
I make these bitches sign contracts and write out they names
Shit, I learned from how Juanita tricked Mike out his change
Huh, my ex shared, I still aint get the lights out her name
And the feds want the whole BSF wiped out the game
Cause what the grams cost, I been getting twice out in Maine
My watch look like a lighthouse, thats right , Ill explain
Blue faces, and I aint have em bring the price down to pay
I had some young niggas slide through with pipes round your way
Have em posted up with sticks like its a strike round your way, uh
You can only judge me by who you see me with
I turned a deuce to a six, did Houdini tricks
Tell these niggas keep my name out they greedy lips, uh
Cause they dont want no static with Griselda by Fashion Rebels
The Butcher, nigga