Letras
Yeah, C-U-G, Lion Luciano
Real bomba clat mafias in town
Rich out, Iion to the fucking game like Tupac
Never switch out, say something to man
From the west side to CV, they wanna be me
Don't watch Lucci, watch TV
Ambassador of the nightlife, Mr. Dom P
Gucci hot tops for the drunken debauchery
I go easy on the bottle, stick to the greenery
Tryna hop on a plane, change the scenery
This is the stick up, elbows up, pure buffoonery
Here to take the money and leave just like Carney
Tryna raise awareness, gather up an army
Walk in against my team, roll out on a gurney
Stitchin intricate lines together like surgery
Unstoppable force in this hip hop journey
Fresh off the jet, I'm sharp like Gillette
I'm a vet, with heavy chains on my neck
You my pet, yeah, and I keep you on a leash
You down on all fours, but I'm the fucking beast
My gold's soft, my diamonds stay hard
I'm the fucking king, y'all the jokers of the cards
I make peace, while you steady make beef
I'm chillin' in the mansion, you chillin' on the streets
I got stacks, yeah, and I guess you got raps
I eat steaks, and I know you eat scraps
You think you safe, and you're running scotch-free
While I'm setting, traps plannin, your
I might buy this, I might buy that
I might get an AK, I might have a gat
I keep my ace close, and my queen even closer
Messing with the team, we'll have you on a poster
So don't say I never warned ya
In other words, don't push your luck
Cause I'll lay down a couple bucks and get you cleaned up
Brown skin, my queen call her Mocha
She's a foreigner, so she says coca
You's a wasteman, you're only taking space
You so far behind, you think you leading the race
You've been lapped, and tryna catch up
I'm right behind you, man shut the fuck up
We keep it rough like Timberland wear
Living prepared, never scared to grab em by the hair