Mafia

Intro (tupac ):
Who I am now in 4 years
Godwilling I’m alive
It’s on I guarantee you
We will
We will have our own political party
And it won’t be just for black people
It’s gon’ be for Mexicans
It’s gon’ be for Mexicans
It’s gon’ be for black people
It’s gon’ be for Armenians
I don’t give a fuck
All you lost tribe muthafuckaz

HOOK (R-Mean):
Started from the bottom oh yeah
Never thought we’d make it, we done came up
Loyalty and honor oh yeah
Had to fight them deamons on our way up
You dont know what I done been through
Only few allowed in my circle and it ain’t you
You dont know what I done been through
Only few allowed in my circle and it ain't you
Mafia

Verse 1 (R-Mean):
Give a fuck if you popular
I see them plotting but we ain't sleeping this shit insomnia
Shove a camera up in my face and I’m Tupac’in ya
Click clack - pop - poppin ya
My third occular done seen it coming
We can’t be touched though the game isn’t loyal
You can’t kill a legend dawg, you just make ‘em immortal
I’ll live forever if they happen to take me tomorrow
Mama done raised me with morals
A code of ethics
Who the most respected
Type of money that’ll life change
They made of drama
We made of honor like bridesmaids
Married to the thrill of the game, ignite flames
Till death do us apart
I put my people in position, they don’t owe a favor
Bloody money like Noreaga we blowing paper
Man they only haters
Papi u movements are sloppy
Im your ayatolla
Capo di tuti capi
You’s a hired soldier

HOOK (R-Mean):
Started from the bottom oh yeah
Never thought we’d make it, we done came up
Loyalty and honor oh yeah
Had to fight them deamons on our way up
You dont know what I done been through
Only few allowed in my circle and it ain’t you
You dont know what I done been through
Only few allowed in my circle and it ain't you
Mafia

Verse 2 (Berner):
Like Frank Sheeran
Cats want me dead but I ain’t caring
Pick the bottle up and spill half for the ones that left the young
All this cash in the duffel and I ain’t 21
Hated on, slept on, fuck it I’m still hungry
These rap cats funny they don’t blow blow money
In the coup with a bullet proof vest on
They can say what they want to say
Homie my check long
And this jealousy tastes like Gelatto on steroids
I’m paranoid
Hot boy I’m pulling out big toys
R-Mean I got what you need up north
I’ll send a jet and have you back in LA at 4
Mob ties
Salute to the ones up top
One day I’ll get that gong
Till I’m made I won’t stop
We get rich or get shot
Fell in love with the guap
We are what you’re not
I pull 30 mill out the spot
Mafia

HOOK (R-Mean):
Started from the bottom oh yeah
Never thought we’d make it, we done came up
Loyalty and honor oh yeah
Had to fight them deamons on our way up
You dont know what I done been through
Only few allowed in my circle and it ain’t you
You dont know what I done been through
Only few allowed in my circle and it ain't you
Mafia

Verse 3 ( Styles P):
Quiet mill in the driveway
So these cowards look at me sideways
I don’t give a fuck these niggas sweet as agave
Tear that body up and dump em right on the highway
Kiss the pinky ring or the shots lick
This ain’t heavy metal but a mosh pit
Look in the foreign nigga it’s ostrich
Yeah I’m plant based but this is mob shit
Boss of all bosses made my bones on the southside
Only gangsters can come outside
Throw the work in the trunk nigga the route live
Bring the cash and a hammer nigga I’m bout mine
Setting dealers up with the concierge
I might kill the boss and the consigliere
Frank White shit, feeling in the air
King of New York in the slums
Ghost is on a tier