Lyrics
Yeah, uh these are the real Sopranos
Y'know, I was just telling the gang that
Funny thing about these niggas that
By the time they try to help you
You won’t need it (Sopranos) Uh
I told you I was set
Then I showed you I was next
I ended up more successful than I
Told you I would get
Crack I sold if off my steps
Can't forget the odor that it left
I made a sculpture out these big
VS boulders on my neck (Sopranos)
I played the corner dead broke
I was a regular nigga
Now them same niggas doubted
I'm ahead of them niggas
They ain’t gon' tell you about them
Times I broke bread with niggas
When they was down to their last
I gave my hand to niggas (Sopranos)
My mama did what was necessary
Couple Christmas's in February
That struggle made me legendary
I'm from the corner where the profit varies
Long as you make you one
How could you argue you ain't making none
Gelato 41, federal
You'd think these niggas was balling
But they Jordan's sons
I had like three to seven
Bundles in my Jordan 1's
I be trapping through the night
Until the morning comes (Sopranos)
Father forgive me
Them corners made me an offer young
Cigars and rum
Kicking it with the plug like forth and one
Then we take the extra mile
Let the pressure build
When coke get sat on scales
It sounds like wedding bells (Sopranos)
I come from selling crack on the corner
One slip, and I'm back on the corner
Nigga violate the gang, he a goner
'Member cutting cocaine with ammonia
Out hustling 'til 4 in the morning
I used to live like that
You ain't never cook a bid like that
Off white when that shit jump back
I'm fresh off the stove, had a kilo
Fresh off the road
The insides look like diamonds and gold
Muhfucka
Black Sinatra shit (yeah)
It’s Black Sinatra shit
Give it up for this Black Sinatra shit (Ah)
Black Sinatra shit black Sinatra shit
It's Black Sinatra shit (Uh)
Black Sinatra shit
Give it up for this Black Sinatra shit (Uh)
It's Black Sinatra shit
It's Black Sinatra shit (Ah)
These are the real Sopranos