Jasmine’s Lyrics by Benny The Butcher & Daringer (feat. Westside Gunn)
Summertime, Butch
Ayo, power trophy up the stove in Garçon
If you need me, I be in my cell on the phone
George capitals, you see the bones are minerals
Might be the first drug *** on Vogue
Mule panicking cause she laid out to the Andalé
Made ***, my heart’s with the Scush all through Lama Ray
My *** still will wanna fight, shooter on the left
The first who make her move, her *** *** be the best
Goyard satchel with the blick, leaving out the Ritz
Chips and Lease on the shopping spree, just me and your ***
I bought me everything, I ain’t buying ***
Hermès crocodile sandals stepping on a brick
36 to 44, *** much more
My man mom died, he in the cell with the rings and bulls
*** is the state of rap?
Same *** they been trying to act since Pac died
And Big left and the game went a little lopsided on the pop side
And I cry, it’s elementary that you add some entries to your top 5
Cause evidently I’m in my prime
Doing better than them who done got signed
But it cost me, how else can I put it?
They forced me, bullets and coffee
I cheated the game, it felt good as adultery
Ask the last label, well I’m a rap savior
I’m a cash major, I’m a mad strangler
I’m a cash cow and a stack saver
We could chat now or we could chat later
I made my wrist lock
Then made a movie about it
Like the Black Alfred Hitchcock
Interrogation room
I be so quiet in it that you might hear a pin drop
What’s the state of rap?
Same *** they been trying to act since Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff
I sold real bricks
I still don’t got no real hits
But *** still give thrills
White girl, real *** Bill ***
I get chills when I close deals
Made a quarter mill off some chill ***
I get the pill, I’m tryna bang like I’m O’Neal
You just Josh Childress
I show you gents around the money
I take your lil *** on a field trip
Got a Yacht-Master on a yacht
*** we are not rappers
All the cops passed them
And they drop faster than a time traveler
And my watch flashing like I’m arm-wrestlers
But you like the senior with bad grades
And I’m the dean, I’m thinking why cap ya
Couch potato with an iPad and a mic so now you a podcaster
They hit they ceilings
I’m booked in Paris
Let’s get to business
250 and hundreds to count it, it take her ten minutes
*** is the state of rap?
Same *** they been trying to act since Eazy-E
Only street niggas gonna agree with me
I’m just a rich *** with a GED
Big Butch