Hit-Boy – All Business

All Business By Hit-Boy

Gun powder in my …, load the clip then unload it
We the realest you can quote me
I’m back and I’m better brodie
Made this beat all by my lonely
Wrote this s— all by lonely
So I’m doly to the stu, I might be the one and only
9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie
Two hands up, n—– tryna block me like a goalie
Thugs and parole, some of my closest homies
It’s the way these n—– move why we ain’t clickin’
They fakin’ real life, get saved by image
I’m sizin’ n—– up but this ain’t full fittin’
I can hear the sneak diss in the play back
N—– will see me, one on one to say that
The injection is lethal, I’m thumpin on the needle
Put my face on stain glass in the cathedral
Back to back deals with Jimmy and hovito
N—– wouldn’t know the feeling
Building till I own the building, yeah

I’d like to send the congratulations
To my motherfuckin’ self
Look, hol’ up

Lacin’ up these size 10, steppin’ on you eyes crack
Started with a small vision, now the screen on iMax
Big dawg vicious, God my witness
I ain’t with the wishin’, so I keep it all bidness
HB paid the cost, I got the s— ringin’ off
See the smoke from the exhaust when I peel out kid
Ten plus in this s— and they still doubt Hit
I should hand n—– a contract, like fill out this
Went through the seasons I had to stand the weather
One man band, y’all better band together, I’m ’bout bands
Doubts in my flame, n—- I doubt that
My n—- see an enemigo, they gon’ hop out fast
Look back in the race and get passed up quick
Pushin’ at my own pace, still lappin’ you [?]
I wasn’t even surprised when you a– jumped s—
We know n—– who do the most, ain’t done s—

It’s all bidness, no feelings
Get money, keep winnin’
Look, hol’ up
Gotta clean up the mud, I ain’t touchin’ the feds
Then we high like a n—- standin’ up on peds
We ain’t givin’ out the info, don’t ask us
Mask up, flee the scene in a black truck
It’s bad luck, f—–’ with squad
We [?] your a– to the mob
The Flex, droppin’ a bomb, I had to take the batton
Nip’ told the world this s— is a marathon, you got sell a billion first week, I ain’t scared of y’all (I got this)
Let’s go
Bulletproof the Benz, lost a few friends
But made so much hoes, think I play for the Redskins
Blowin’ smoke out of gas masks (Yeah)
Baggin’ dough up in trashbag, streets’ll double cross like hashtags
Pressure wasn’t s— to a n—-, I invited it
They askin’ what I did for the hood, I inspired it
Fiends taste the dope ‘fore they fire it, who inquirin’?
Chasin’ down money was tirin’, now they wire it
Gun smoke in my clothing, they can never say I folded
Put a n—- to sleep and then give his mother roses
50K in a sofa, got me laughin’ like the Joker
You suite the b—-, been two week with you and broke it
They ask my motivation, of course it’s hunger
I walked out of 2019 with jordan numbers
Record label tryna sign me, that’s when we lost each other
‘Cause I’m really not a rapper, I just talk to hustlers
The Butcher, ah

Big Griselda in this b—-
You know what I’m sayin’?
You know I fly to LA
Soon as I land, I’m gon f— with my boy Hit
N—– ain’t f—–’ with us, n—-
It’s classic s—, ah
The real is back n—-, we run this s—, ah
We run this s—, The Butcher comin’ n—-