Letras
Mayday, I hold the AK with my game face
I can't brace, you run, I let my aim chase
I put you and your man to sleep at the same time
It's ironic 'cause y'all gon' have wakes on the same day
'Cause if I aim late, you still gon' be reaching the same fate
I hit the main safe, there's no way possible you remain safe
I train apes
And we gon' eat, kilos cheap
I ain't gotta see my P.O. for three whole weeks
They locked me up and he don't speak
Only words from me to the judge'll be like Carlito's speech
The scars we don't keep, it's only hard 'cause we don't speak
We godfathers, hard mobsters like Vito B
That's Corleone, I brought the chrome
They told me "Leave those streets"