Benny The Butcher – War Paint (ft. Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine) (Audio, Lyrics)

Benny The Butcher is here with “War Paint” featuring Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Hit-Boy.

Benny The Butcher War Paint

It’s been a minute, but Benny The Butcher’s official debut album Burden Of Proof has officially landed, produced in its entirety by Hit-Boy. And though it’s still early, there are already whispers of album of the year from certain circles. And to be fair, it’s completely understandable, fueled by nostalgic golden-era throwback production from Hit-Boy and typically elite lyricism from The Butcher, who proudly declared himself to be a “Legend” by the story’s conclusion.

While Burden Is Proof is best enjoyed as one linear narrative, it’s never a bad thing to dive into a new posse cut from the Griselda trifecta, one of the rap game’s most dominant cliques in recent memory. Rather than taking to a Daringer or Beat Butcha instrumental, it’s Hit-Boy who provides the foundation for “War Paint,” employing a masterful sample that captures serious Wu-Tang vibes. With Westside Gunn handling the chorus, Benny and Conway have ample room to flex their lyrical chops with one lengthy verse apiece — to this day, fans still debate as to which one stands at the height of the lyrical hierarchy, and it’s likely that won’t end anytime soon.

Benny The Butcher – War Paint (ft. Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine) (prod. Hit-Boy)

Lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Ah
The Butcher comin’, nigga
You know, niggas be talkin’ like this shit overnight
I spent ’bout two thousand nights in the cells
So I’m like, which night y’all niggas talkin’ about?
Griselda
Uh
Hit-Boy

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Congratulate me now, all this paper gon’ change me how?
Fly nigga, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
A broke nigga not my lady’s style
She quit work to fuck me, count up and try this Mercedes ’round
No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smokin’
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin’
I’d have a bedroom in Folsom, but I’m off shore, toastin’
Besides rap, we got you respectin’ the business
I left the dope game with stripes, y’all left with opinions
We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness
But how could I? Can’t shit fix the death of a sibling
Loadin’ up my straps again, them folks done plugged the wall against my back again
War paint on me like them Africans
They wanna know my net worth, they guessin’ is I’m stackin’ it
Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate
Griselda, nigga

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah, yeah)
I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Aight, I gotta go, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
Feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
This for my niggas takin’ showers in flip flops, nigga (Gotta light one up, ah)
Takin’ showers in flip flops, nigga

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Uh, I seen street niggas speakin’ blasphemy (Huh)
Like before rap, I wasn’t movin’ units out the trunk, bitch, I’m Master P (Ha)
Left wrist rockin’ the masterpiece
Cuban bracelet weighin’ a half a ki’, niggas got some audacity (Talk to ’em, hahaha)
You niggas don’t even equal to half of me
I earned my spot with hard work, nothing was passed to me (I was grindin’, nigga)
But, actually, situations was bad for me
Before this shit you see as a triumph, was almost tragedy (I swear)
I’m at the Roc Nation party smellin’ like chronic smoke (Hah)
HOV said, “You that boy”, I get acknowledged by the GOAT (What up, HOV?)
Woo, even shook the hand of Beyoncé
That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancée
But I don’t know if it’s because my shorty such a fan
Or did she realize in that moment, I’m the motherfuckin’ man (Talk to ’em)
I’m just rich, you see the Richard on the dresser (Talk to ’em, hah)
The flow is just different, I’m just better (Ooh)
Only time I felt pressure when the doctor said
I’d be paralyzed neck down even after all his efforts (Hah)
That bullet tore my neck up and now my neck got VS’d up
I could still hit the connect up, I told you niggas I’m next up (I’m next)
Yeah, I drop the bag, I’m used to doin’ business (Cap, hah)
Gave the shooter an extra ten, that’s for future business (Big)
Bodies drop, I can’t get too specific (Hah)
I sell the shit raw, I don’t step on the crack like I’m superstitious (Hahahaha, ah)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah)
I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
Feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
This for my niggas takin’ showers in flip flops, nigga (Ah)
Takin’ showers in flip flops, nigga

[Outro]
Ayo, so what you in here doin’, man?
You finished that beat I asked you to fix, man?
What the fuck is that? What you doin’?
Yo, yo, knock first before you come in my room [?]
Nigga, it’s my room too, nigga
I’ma get to it
I-I’m working on this Benny the Butcher beat
Who?
I’m tryna make the album
You know, Benny the Butcher
Who, nigga?
From Griselda, you know what I’m sayin’?
Benny the Butcher?
Yeah, word
Griselda?
Yeah, they hot, they hot
Kind a fuckin’ name is Griselda? Man, what they-
Yo, come on, don’t hate, don’t hate
Shit sound like they named the shit after one of they babysitters, Griselda Jimenez
Like I get reppin’ for the Latin community
But Griselda sound like a Mariachi band or something, you know what I mean?
Son, you gotta get with the times, yo
These niggas is flaming the streets right now
I don’t give a fuck
Benny the Butcher? Nigga
Yeah, yeah
And he’s a rapper?
Yeah
Like he-he-he spits
Nigga, he gets with the best of ’em
That shit sound like a wrestler name
Like WWE SmackDown, like
You know, “Ladies and gentlemen, Benny the Butcher”
You know what I’m sayin’, it’s just, what the fuck is happenin’ here?
Like I don’t even understand what’s happening, man
I’m just sayin’, son, I’m tryna get some money
Yeah but I’m sayin’, like what’s-what’s-what’s up with niggas naming a group
If he Benny the Butcher, what you got?
Meat Cleaver and fuckin’ who else?
Like, Lamb Chop, nigga, like what the fuck are we doin’ here like?
You gotta chill man, you always hatin’
I-I-I’m just saying this-this-this some new streets, man
I don’t know, this, this, this some new streets
You a hater