2nd Strike

[Intro: DJ Clue & Loveboat Luciano]
Yeah, yeah
DJ Clue, this is a storm
That Black Soprano Family
Look
(Ricky)

[Verse 1: Loveboat Luciano & DJ Clue]
I sit back and think, I can have everythin' I want (Everythin' I want)
If I stay down, I'ma be a legend from the slums (Come on)
I made my way 'round, pedallin' for treasures, got me gone
I'm drivin' Pelli's in the cold, I got a fetish for that dough
I feel bad but don't regret, I sold ready's to my own (Real shit, nigga)
You niggas petty, like these hoes, I'll get you wet, then make a toast (Brr)
We ain't built to like, now tell me, what's a Chevy to a Rolls? (Tell me, what's a Chevy to a Rolls, bro?)
I gеt you killed tonight, bro, throw away your hammer and your phone (Haha)
Wе all know y'all cap, tryna impress us with that crap
I'm a legend with that strap, you know the bezzel come in black
That Soprano Family, I'm tryna put my family on the map (I'm tryna put the fam' on, nigga)
Next to Granny picture, I'm tryna have a Grammy and a plaque
Look, imagine me switchin' on gang (Nah, nah, nah)
Like Kim switchin' on Ye
Or like I keep switchin' on me, or like when I switch to the grave
Got off that corner, stopped doin' numbers, y'all couldn't relate (Y'all niggas couldn't relate)
Smoke 'til I'm blue in the face, still in a loop with the apes
They in denial, y'all know who winnin', y'all losin' this race (Pipe down, nigga)
I come join your team right now, you losin' your place
And I'll never bend again, 'less I'm usin' a Drac'
Built my name in a small town and grew in a state
Yeah, I need a crib so big, with the pool, with the lake (Word)
We rollin' sixes over here, but I'm cool with the grapes (Yeah)
My youngin caught a body for me, then moved to the A
And I'm the one before two, and that's proven today

[Interlude: DJ Clue, Loveboat Luciano & Benny The Butcher]
New shit, you can't bump (That Soprano Family)
Benny the Butcher (I'm a legend with that strap)
Shoutout Buffalo, baby (Y'all know who winnin')
(That Soprano Family, and that's proven today)
DJ Clue, it's a storm (That Soprano Family, I'm a legend with that strap)
Haha, Clue (Y'all know who winnin')
(That Soprano Family, and that's proven today)
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher & DJ Clue]
You know my shit all street tales, the details suit me (Facts though)
Made a livin' off of street sales and sleep well, truly (Facts though)
Got classics with Pete Rock, you gotta C.L. Smooth me (Huh? Haha)
Y'all get on stage and tell jokes, like D.L. Hughley (Haha, y'all niggas funny, yeah)
With the odds all stacked up, I'm still racked up (Huh?)
Tennis suburban, ridin' through Flatbush, I'm Rich Porter with a MacBook (Yeah)
Cut out a classic once, they said "That's luck" (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Did it twice, it's feelin' like the niggas who had head-starts playin' catch-up (Uh)
With all this paper on the line, we gotta talk like bosses (What else?)
What's Bill called right, when your jumper got an arch like Jordan's?
Painting's like the art right, I'm bettin' on the art price margin
My stash house full of soft white and all white Forces
'Til I got a label payment, I was on an ankle bracelet
Bankroll chasin', I must have had angels waitin'
Catchin' all them yayo cases (The Butcher comin')
Tryna get shit cooked, you gotta just hit Butch' (Huh)
I'm a hustler, I can't retire off "How to get rich" books, nigga

[Outro: Benny the Butcher & DJ Clue]
The Butcher comin', nigga (Ah)
It's Big BSF shit, nigga (Keep our name out y'all mouth)
DJ Clue (Keep our name out y'all mouth)
This shit ain't for y'all niggas
There's a storm
Y'all niggas ain't like that (Haha)
All that, real shit, you know what we do
Ayo, Boat, I've been tellin' niggas
We've been doin' shit
Black Soprano Family
Pop up, twenty deep, huh
With them shits on us, we stood tall
The Butcher, nigga
Big BSF pieces, mob, Soprano Family
Twenty thirties, we say that shit, we mean it, nigga
Y'all niggas quiet, y'all niggas pussy, let's go (Ah)
And that's proven today