Pass it to the homie on the couch Jellowstone Room homie welcome to the south Ringin up a check Calling to collect Studio live got the tools on couch What's that all about Holla baby shout You know we Butcher Brown and we finna turn it out You know you cannot do without Need da medicine in yo brain Without the intermission haaaa King Butch comin' like a freight trane In the left lane Hunnit fity miles and hour kinda insane Real shit mayne Me da lion higha octane with the big mayne Can't constrain Obtain every title know to mayne So everybody in the world know my name Afri Cane to the death widda S on my chest A no brainer Not fit for a containers Git in or get out but homie just make a decision Looking through the prism for the inner misson Fuck hoping and wishin We designed for the grind Mindset solders holding on the front line We took the beast and mixed it with the savage And put that shit in a suit I got habits dats maad lavish Remembered the homies that always told me "You could have it" Cuz you can have it with the sweat from yah neck And a self-placed bet in the mirror Stand tall my nigga yo dreamz on yo shouldaz 100 million lashes but they know they couldn't hold us They over worked and undersold us With a bag full of fries and some sugar sodas Even with blueprint they know they can't decode us As I peel out with beautiful in the yellow lotus I stay focused and Stay close with All the homies from the ville And I keep it real You know the deal Tennishu Butcher Brown King Butch Baby Best Band In The World