Lyrics
Manhattan
It's the mayor
Downtown in this bitch
Yeah
They fuckin' with the flow, voice, and the cadence
Talk like I really got accounts in the Caymans
Finances straight, but don't fuck with no payments
Married to the game, no prior engagements
Pride that I came with, eyes through a stainless
Know the gun and car both mine 'cause I named it
Pull up on your bitch and dip like I'm training
Have my peoples masked up at your door like The Strangers
Surrounded by kings like Christ in the manger
All started eating off a plate with a razor
Been gettin' bread since them SkyTel pagers
Label me dangerous, the price lookin' major
Dudes worry 'bout they wife and some acres
I be down to risk my life with the shakers, yeah
Grab my nuts for the haters
Two times better than y'all, now get the papers
Goodfellas rollin' up
That's the Gotti Gotti sayin' that they killers, but
Ain't nobody body, bitch, fillin' up my cup
In the party, rowdy fans sayin' I'm the truth
Ain't nobody doubt me, yeah, you can polygraph that
Sicilian motherfucker, shit, I might be half black
Lookin' at they bloodline, they probably half rat
Feelin' like the best and they ain't even half that
I got the Butcher on the track
Satriel's body's gettin' chopped up in the back
Gang
Brrt
Doot, doot, doot, doot
Yo, I can't trust niggas, that's too dangerous
They know your business, niggas'll
Put a wire in every trap you hang in
Thirty shots for every rat you hang with
This for my tattoo-faced killers, hoes say I act too famous
Glocks, MACs, I got every strap, you name it
I hand it to you, you get knocked with that gat you claimin'
That's your plug? I make racks with them cats you namin'
Stash the money in the wall, I'm like a black Juice Savin
Uh, my little man said it's hard bein' loyal broke
When you starvin', but your bars got a royal oak