Lyrics to Knightfall
Summertime Butch
Yeah, nigga gonna have to apologize to me
Turn me up, Kino
Yo, wise words from a hustler
Don't let no static stop your business
I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no niggas
What's sad is y'all won't get it until I'm lashing out with vengeance
And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playing cat-and-mouse with hitters
No, don't ask how I'm religious
For every half, I vow forgiveness
It's like soul food Sunday, how we pray, gather 'round them chickens
I know your type, your actions loud, but that come down to senses
When you know the ones who yapping loud to who actually about their business
Ain't no capping about no killings, talking, chatting around no bitches
Take these secrets to the grave
I ain't ratting, I'm not no witness
They want me acting out or backing down, but that just sound ridiculous
I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it
Butchy, nigga
Summertime, Butch
You know this shit more than bitches and jewels
The money don't come till the nightfall
50% of it's true
A man caught a new indictment from prison
Money don't come till the dice fall
The co-defendant the mule
Damn, came up bending the rules now
Junkies gon' come when that white falls
We setting the rules where even the broke nigga worth a million or two
Just taking count my patent style
I'm actually around the realest
One of the realest in this shit
Then multiply them stacks around, I travel towns to get it
Hustling, nigga
Now add the house, take that amount
Subtract out all my feelings
A hint of this, a dash of clout
Exactly how I did it
That's exactly how I did it
Say "goodnight", then say "hello" again to me
Say hello again
It's Mr. Landlord Butch
Y'all nigga owe some rent to me
I got a bipolar bitch
She like to roll and vent to me
Told me her other nigga richer, but no offense to me
None taken
What's the difference for me and Calapari?
What's the difference?
'Cause Kentucky and Louisville, me and the feds got that kind of robbery
Gangstas out your posse be trying to dodge me
Vacationing in Abu Dhabi
Meditate on sand like I know karate
Yeah
My nigga Jonesy told me he don't wanna rap
The money don't come till the nightfall
Have fun with that
I said that heroin run we had ain't coming back
It's the Drug Lord humblecast
Money don't come till the dice fall
nigga who fumble packs got money under wraps
So they stumble back, you heard
Junkies gon' come when that white fall
Tell them a hustler told you that
Butcher, nigga
Summertime Butch
Yeah, nigga gonna have to apologize to me
Turn me up, Kino
Yo, wise words from a hustler
Don't let no static stop your business
I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no niggas
What's sad is y'all won't get it until I'm lashing out with vengeance
And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playing cat-and-mouse with hitters
No, don't ask how I'm religious
For every half, I vow forgiveness
It's like soul food Sunday, how we pray, gather 'round them chickens
I know your type, your actions loud, but that come down to senses
When you know the ones who yapping loud to who actually about their business
Ain't no capping about no killings, talking, chatting around no bitches
Take these secrets to the grave
I ain't ratting, I'm not no witness
They want me acting out or backing down, but that just sound ridiculous
I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it
Butchy, nigga
Summertime, Butch
You know this shit more than bitches and jewels
The money don't come till the nightfall
50% of it's true
A man caught a new indictment from prison
Money don't come till the dice fall
The co-defendant the mule
Damn, came up bending the rules now
Junkies gon' come when that white falls
We setting the rules where even the broke nigga worth a million or two
Just taking count my patent style
I'm actually around the realest
One of the realest in this shit
Then multiply them stacks around, I travel towns to get it
Hustling, nigga
Now add the house, take that amount
Subtract out all my feelings
A hint of this, a dash of clout
Exactly how I did it
That's exactly how I did it
Say "goodnight", then say "hello" again to me
Say hello again
It's Mr. Landlord Butch
Y'all nigga owe some rent to me
I got a bipolar bitch
She like to roll and vent to me
Told me her other nigga richer, but no offense to me
None taken
What's the difference for me and Calapari?
What's the difference?
'Cause Kentucky and Louisville, me and the feds got that kind of robbery
Gangstas out your posse be trying to dodge me
Vacationing in Abu Dhabi
Meditate on sand like I know karate
Yeah
My nigga Jonesy told me he don't wanna rap
The money don't come till the nightfall
Have fun with that
I said that heroin run we had ain't coming back
It's the Drug Lord humblecast
Money don't come till the dice fall
nigga who fumble packs got money under wraps
So they stumble back, you heard
Junkies gon' come when that white fall
Tell them a hustler told you that
Butcher, nigga
Summertime Butch
