Godfather (feat. 87 Nice & B. Lewie)
All the cards on the table, I can't do no more surprises Only loyal to the family, my moves is Lucas Brasi If the boy ain't on his shit then I can move em off the potty Put 40 in the clipper all my shooters Luca Doncic Nigga we ain't bout to kick less the game is 4th and 30 I ain't really into talkin' let the paper do it for me To the point you gotta pay for what I say when I'm recording But please don't hit my line about no rap go hit up Cory All three 7s dipped in ice this the jackpot I just need the paper in the picture like a backdrop Watched a nigga run a hundred k up with his laptop Started on the bench but end up living on the blacktop Posted near the sea, waist deep, got me waterlogged Probably never thought I'd finish on how I started off Married to the money under common law It's cool to spot the zeros just remember where the commas fall Count em all Aye we in and out, it ain't much to talk about When we send the route, ain't no double back, shoot it now We can't stand around, leave that to the niggas in the stands Aye we really in the field, they be living through they mans HDMG, time is money, we need the Ms Make a movie watch the whole team ball above the rim You can hate it or love me I'm tryna win Guarantee, if you put Nice on it you get a spin We gon' keep everything in house, you'll never know Never need your handout, can't put me on Imma throw ice on her because she cold And keep her cold, keep gettin' these pros Naw dog can't come around I heard he told Get jammed, won't make a sound, I never fold Uncle Sam, put tax on it and get it sold I been in my zone, I won't be here for long Lewciano, made man, ain't no getting by me Drop a loaf on your head let a nigga try me Watch your tone when you talking, I been getting money Call me Lewie but I'm Gucci, all my bitches love me We the godfathers, distro, that's a mob problem Whip blacked out, not gothic, I'm a hot topic I can pull baby, no buffs, cause I'm so cocky Ghetto boy, put a TV screen in a old monty Real humble, told the police I ain't nobody Had to cut off lil' mama cause she sometimes-y You got squares in your circle you can't come 'round me Thought I was smart, got to college and was dumbfounded Looking for that one bag and I done found it Even out here on my ass I was one thousand 5 Star restaurant with the Italians Going up another story, lobster in my ravioli
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