"Well, when Johnny was first starting out
He was signed to this personal service
Contract, with a big bandleader and as
His career got better and better
He wanted to get out of it now Johnny is
My father's Godson, and my father went to see
This bandleader and he offered him $10
000 to let
Johnny go, but the bandleader said no so the
Next day, my father went to see him
Only this time with Luca Brasi"
I don't know when I have to come in Gus
You gonna have to signal me
Throw them fours up there
They gonna love that
The children of my section gonna love that
Broke bread in the trenches
Ligaments incoherent
Luca Brasi Story, skid is itching to hear it
Bread Winner go fly, no kites on me
Got white on me, catching
Crack sales all night, homie
Got a smoker system with a pipe on it
Got a digital scale, critical well
Niggas watching for the Bread team
Morning steak with the baked beans
9-milli holding 18
Ed Sheeran, A Team, customers awaiting
F*ck around with this shit
No prison sentence, escaping
Everyday, I'm praying
Best friends don't betray me
Young guy, really pussy
A gangster he's portraying
Mad cause he ain't me
Your girl f*cking with Muk-Muk
Left jail, back to the
Kitchen, like Martha Stewart, no cookbook
My daddy made me look good
But that's not no good look
White jet screeching off, in a vault
My speakers bought
In Zion City on fourth street
Strapped by the crotch, car seat
Of course we know?, but her life is boring
Pouring promethazine in a one
Liter of Mountain Dew
Fountain of youth, I've just discovered
Uncovering who I really was
In the game, I am aggressive
I'm even handed, meaning ambidextrous
Cannon wet ya' while you're rambling reckless
No short taking round here
I'm a street nigga, got beef with ya
Touch everything in your family
My baby momma big booty bitch
Her grandmother can't stand it
My pants on but they sagging
F*ck who can't understand it
Let D Arci and Lil Mogul
So my BG's understand it
Somewhere on the corner, possibly on a Soma
Caught a whiff of aromas
Absorbing most of the odor
Bitch I'm cold I'm a soldier
Remote control for the moment
They tuning in to Gates gas station
Boost Mobile phoning
? Platinum Patron is making
Her have convulsions look who taking office
Kevin Gates while in office
Used to have a brain, unfortunately I lost it
I know it's got a name
But don't know what I could call it retawdid
On TV screens
Thugging hard won't need no green
Smoking? gonna bring me cheese
Bad bitch, and she on her knees
Talking 'bout she won't do this thing
All I know is? I blow the brains out
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"Well, when Johnny was first starting out
He was signed to this personal service
Contract, with a big bandleader and as
His career got better and better
He wanted to get out of it now Johnny is
My father's Godson, and my father went to see
This bandleader and he offered him $10
000 to let
Johnny go, but the bandleader said no so the
Next day, my father went to see him
Only this time with Luca Brasi"
I don't know when I have to come in Gus
You gonna have to signal me
Throw them fours up there
They gonna love that
The children of my section gonna love that
Broke bread in the trenches
Ligaments incoherent
Luca Brasi Story, skid is itching to hear it
Bread Winner go fly, no kites on me
Got white on me, catching
Crack sales all night, homie
Got a smoker system with a pipe on it
Got a digital scale, critical well
Niggas watching for the Bread team
Morning steak with the baked beans
9-milli holding 18
Ed Sheeran, A Team, customers awaiting
F*ck around with this shit
No prison sentence, escaping
Everyday, I'm praying
Best friends don't betray me
Young guy, really pussy
A gangster he's portraying
Mad cause he ain't me
Your girl f*cking with Muk-Muk
Left jail, back to the
Kitchen, like Martha Stewart, no cookbook
My daddy made me look good
But that's not no good look
White jet screeching off, in a vault
My speakers bought
In Zion City on fourth street
Strapped by the crotch, car seat
Of course we know?, but her life is boring
Pouring promethazine in a one
Liter of Mountain Dew
Fountain of youth, I've just discovered
Uncovering who I really was
In the game, I am aggressive
I'm even handed, meaning ambidextrous
Cannon wet ya' while you're rambling reckless
No short taking round here
I'm a street nigga, got beef with ya
Touch everything in your family
My baby momma big booty bitch
Her grandmother can't stand it
My pants on but they sagging
F*ck who can't understand it
Let D Arci and Lil Mogul
So my BG's understand it
Somewhere on the corner, possibly on a Soma
Caught a whiff of aromas
Absorbing most of the odor
Bitch I'm cold I'm a soldier
Remote control for the moment
They tuning in to Gates gas station
Boost Mobile phoning
? Platinum Patron is making
Her have convulsions look who taking office
Kevin Gates while in office
Used to have a brain, unfortunately I lost it
I know it's got a name
But don't know what I could call it retawdid
On TV screens
Thugging hard won't need no green
Smoking? gonna bring me cheese
Bad bitch, and she on her knees
Talking 'bout she won't do this thing
All I know is? I blow the brains out
He was signed to this personal service
Contract, with a big bandleader and as
His career got better and better
He wanted to get out of it now Johnny is
My father's Godson, and my father went to see
This bandleader and he offered him $10
000 to let
Johnny go, but the bandleader said no so the
Next day, my father went to see him
Only this time with Luca Brasi"
I don't know when I have to come in Gus
You gonna have to signal me
Throw them fours up there
They gonna love that
The children of my section gonna love that
Broke bread in the trenches
Ligaments incoherent
Luca Brasi Story, skid is itching to hear it
Bread Winner go fly, no kites on me
Got white on me, catching
Crack sales all night, homie
Got a smoker system with a pipe on it
Got a digital scale, critical well
Niggas watching for the Bread team
Morning steak with the baked beans
9-milli holding 18
Ed Sheeran, A Team, customers awaiting
F*ck around with this shit
No prison sentence, escaping
Everyday, I'm praying
Best friends don't betray me
Young guy, really pussy
A gangster he's portraying
Mad cause he ain't me
Your girl f*cking with Muk-Muk
Left jail, back to the
Kitchen, like Martha Stewart, no cookbook
My daddy made me look good
But that's not no good look
White jet screeching off, in a vault
My speakers bought
In Zion City on fourth street
Strapped by the crotch, car seat
Of course we know?, but her life is boring
Pouring promethazine in a one
Liter of Mountain Dew
Fountain of youth, I've just discovered
Uncovering who I really was
In the game, I am aggressive
I'm even handed, meaning ambidextrous
Cannon wet ya' while you're rambling reckless
No short taking round here
I'm a street nigga, got beef with ya
Touch everything in your family
My baby momma big booty bitch
Her grandmother can't stand it
My pants on but they sagging
F*ck who can't understand it
Let D Arci and Lil Mogul
So my BG's understand it
Somewhere on the corner, possibly on a Soma
Caught a whiff of aromas
Absorbing most of the odor
Bitch I'm cold I'm a soldier
Remote control for the moment
They tuning in to Gates gas station
Boost Mobile phoning
? Platinum Patron is making
Her have convulsions look who taking office
Kevin Gates while in office
Used to have a brain, unfortunately I lost it
I know it's got a name
But don't know what I could call it retawdid
On TV screens
Thugging hard won't need no green
Smoking? gonna bring me cheese
Bad bitch, and she on her knees
Talking 'bout she won't do this thing
All I know is? I blow the brains out