Mafia Music

Niggas just don't understand the story Still out in this motherfuckin' project Yeah Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the fuck up outta here Ay, turn the-turn the mic up for me, though, one time Turn that shit up, yeah Niggas just don't understand Yeah Madlib fuckin' crazy bro I'm doing a whole, we did this whole album in a fuckin' night, dawg That's what's crazy Whole album in a night, bruh Egon as telling me how Egon was telling me the real story about how, uh He had dropped off these CD's to Kanye's engineer I don't even know if we can say that When Kanye tweeted that shit he was like "Yo, Madlib just dropped off a bunch of CD's and the beats" It was fuckin', Egon bro, that's the man behind the MadGic right there Yo, fuck the- Y'all thought I was gon' rap, right? Nah, when you fuckin' with Madlib you gotta fuck him up They think you comin' in Ayo, check it, I been on the- Edit right here Fuck the bullshit, we out here getting money and more shit I used to steal from Target and sold at GameStop Leave you like Leo in Departed, you better fuckin' stop Mafia music, I live the life, I don't choose it No I could never abuse it It chose me, I don't refuse it Retired but I'm rapping every day, I can't lose it Man, I love when my wife fuck slow After a night of Tequila and some Nobu cut roll, uh-oh You know the boy too cut-throat I'm high on life, fuck though But I might sip a Scotch while the haters get hot Fuck you, kick rocks like Still out in this motherfuckin' project Yeah, smoke it if you got it (Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the fuck up outta here) Uh Pull up in a whip, feeling good, finally out the hood Finally getting money like a real one should I'ma take a sip, get a little lit Back in a bit, meditate, I think I should No we ain't friends, got me on ten Picking up the pen, got a homie doing life in the pen Run it back, run it right back like a running back I remember running with the heater in the backpack One time coming for the boy, sitting and avoid Never had a family to fill this void Lay it on the page just to gage how I feel I'm the best on my field, if I said it it's real Never had shit, never got shit Never had cable, I couldn't never watch shit Now we on top bitch, put it on God bitch Your shit garbage, better pay homage Still out in this motherfuckin' project (Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the fuck up outta here) Yo, uh Ayo, alright Niggas just don't understand Uh, Jonah Hill just interrupted me at dinner To tell me he was a really big fan, goddamn Yo, tell me what is my life, fam? He started rapping my shit, I started clapping and shit Legacy records, we coming straight back to this bitch, uh Guess you can say I got the money ball They say when it rains, it pours Look at this money fall, yeah New York City on a Tuesday I'm the reincarnated Sinatra, fuck what you say Ayo, my C-notes run long like Luciano Pavarotti Once you on my level, everybody claim Illuminati Experience the D and she go out of body Good girl but love to get naughty probably Yeah, fifty M's, I got fifty M's But lowkey I remember when Couldn't afford bus money to chill with my friends I used to rock the low top, now it's high-end Ellen DeGeneres is my friend, ha Might pull a muscle from all this flexing Me and J.J. Abrams just got finished texting Yo, ayo, before I hit the session, life is such a blessing Sonnin' these rappers like a father in confession Shorty say, "Go deep" like Hail Mary Step in the booth and I ain't messing Grip the mic, I'm the rudest Run up on me, watch me whip out the piece like a Buddhist, woo Keep it rockin'