Yeah, you see this shit
Sound perfect right here
Keep them bitch ass niggas from 'round me
Y'all niggas talkin' like y'all was
Really like that
Before y'all got a lil' money
Y'all niggas forgot who I was, huh?
These are the real Sopranos yo, uh
187 with Griselda wrote in Arabic
Murder, I'm aware of it 'cause I'm
Who takin' care of it
Your lil' bitch said she won't
Fuck me 'cause I'm arrogant
My plug used to let me hold
Them babies like a surrogate
I had them dope boys payin' deposit's
To get they hands on product
Violence the only way you answer violence
I might pop up in the random projects
With powder like a can of comet
Two or three runners and a Pyrex
We supervillains to the music business
I'm gettin' too specific on what
I do in kitchens, my shit too offensive
I make coke rap sound like a new invention
Cut an envelope of money open usin' scissors
What's worse than a fed case?
Goin' to trial broke
Against a prosecutor that washed more
Niggas than Dial soap
A brick of yay and a genie
That's what it takes just to be me
'Cause I'm too bougie for broke bitches
And too gangster for TV
After the RICO, the cash came fast illegal
Y'all cover y'all battered egos
In jewelry and Valentino as for me though
I live by actual street code
I turn quarters to half a kilos
To have my links froze
Yeah, probably got a bitch on
Every block in your hood
So I can still make a play
And never stop in your hood
Bought some new Glocks, so I'm good
Pounds stocky as Suge
Smokin' Gary Payton just like the '96 Bulls
Hold up, rappers pray to God that them
Disses get to me
I won't get with them pussies until
They make it interestin' to me uh huh
You give your man hope when
You give that man dope to feed his family
That's mandatory when your man broke
We was in them vans low, told my trigger man
"Go" now I make kilogram dough
Off an Instagram post, nigga
Fuck y'all niggas talkin' about?
The Butcher comin', nigga, ah
I'm on a three-year run
Cleanin' everything up, huh
I ain't even signed a deal yet
Nigga, I got a label deal, nigga
Fuck y'all niggas talkin' about?
I made all my niggas bosses
I made all my niggas capos, nigga
Ask about us, nigga ask the FBI about us
Free the gang too, nigga we really like that
Y'all niggas be talkin' that crazy
Shit on these songs
Like y'all really been that
Like y'all really did this ha ha haha
Where y'all goin' with this shit, nigga?
Black Soprano Family, huh
Yeah, ask niggas on the east
Side about the Black Sopranos, nigga
This shit for real
Y'all niggas tryna keep up with us
All my niggas got BSF pieces, pussy
Y'all niggas tryna keep up with us
I pull up in my city
Jump out in any projects that's real shit
They fuck with me, and I fuck with them
Nigga you ain't like that
You ain't like that, nigga
Quit playin' with me ah
Ayo, Daringer ayy, since Tana Talk 3, nigga
Ayy, since Tana Talk 3, nigga ha ha haha
Ah
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