Letras
[Intro: The Godfather Part III (1962)
You got a light, buddy?
Yeah, sure kid, there you go
And your wallet
Nick, give him your wallet
What for?
He's got a knife
Hahaha, that's not a knife
That's a knife
It's Royale, the Foamposite wearer
Out that robbery run your pocket era
The G-Shock watchin', Huarache era
Flow hot as a habanero pepper
Snub inside of the leather
That Robert De Niro Casino mobster era
Funny they told me the agenda
I'm supposed to be attentive
Verses get fired off like episodes of The Apprentice
Bogus how they want the most with no incentive
When I tell the truth they find it offensive
Just bet that we don't fuck around
On the block with Huggies and bust me downs
Servin' custies, black skullies and bubble downs
Gucci belt buckles, footwear with the air bubbles
Tuckin' drugs away in kicks with different color ways
Links never get tucked away, we rock fronts
Police oppress you like the tongue on the Reebok Pump
Supply droughts and we all got phones
Hot and chrome custom wool five panels like Sherlock Holmes
The chain jinglin', had dookie roll four finger ring
East Baltimore four chicken wings, it's Royale
I done told you you ain't fuckin' with me
This time I brought my youngins with me
They thuggin' with me
Live from the hallway, we don't give a fuck
We gon' bang it out broad day, nigga
I done told you you ain't fuckin' with me
This time I brought my youngins with me
They thuggin' with me
Live from the hallway, we don't give a fuck
We gon' bang it out broad day, nigga
Designer drug seller, couple thousand dollars for the acapella
Akinyele a thot, I need the guap like a Rockefeller
Not the pleasure, need the proper first
Before my recordings was takin' off I took a course in re-rockin' work
I violated a lot of niggas, you not the first