Mafia Ties

[Intro: "The Sopranos"]
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you want to call it, organized crime?
I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes your mobbed up

[Verse 1]
You ain’t got to assume I am mobbed up
And I ain't have sex with your bitch I got slobbed up
And these niggas been looking dumb since i popped up
And lil bro posted in the kitchen 'till it lock up
Me rasta you can’t rumble with me shotta
They hate me cause the boy came from the bottom
They dripping boy shoes cost a few thousand
Me smoke on that bookie boy straight out the ounces
Fuck the principals fuck my middle school principal
I'm the prince of food you can cook it but don't eat the food
Waiting on me to lose like waiting on the white house to move
Sipping on some snooze chucho rollin up some doods
Everything swell can't you tell we don't take Ls
Bag just came out the oven it's a bake sale
Bout to throw this shit in the field Baker Mayfield
But imma take a nigga out the game if he don't play well
Or imma turn 40 with a 30 on my hip bitch
I just gotta paint i don't gotta make a hit list
Bitch looking at me like boy come and hit this
The meds that I serve you gon need a prescription
I was broke then I made a conscious decision
In the trap we ain’t have a toilet to piss in
I grind for the pay I ain’t do this shit to fit in
Y'all niggas ain’t fucking with me let it sink in

[Verse 2]
You ain't got to assume I am mobbed up
I was 13 when I shot my first choppa
Pops in the brib watching gangsta flicks and mobsters
Plotting on schemes to come up with a hundred million dollars
Me rude boy talk the truth boy imma goon boy
And you boy pum pum boys I'm not amused boy
Don't make me slide down your block got the roof boy
Bitch put some respek on the young chipped tooth boy
RGS the mafia yeah bitch we savages
Bro in the kitchen wrapping food up like sandwiches
All you do is talk about the game you an analyst
Bout to shot a movie suppa bring out them bameras
All this bookie potent bitch I’m dripping up an ocean
Got my youngin out the way he always meet the quota
Tap in with the drank so I always hit my soda
Perky potion bitch i always keep a 10 like Derozan
Y'all niggas ain't convincing, what you did? no you didn't
Early teens big bro was cuttin stones with precision
Me and bucks was bringing house in the brib without permission
Get em loose off of unc's stash of goose in the kitchen

[Outro]
It's the mafia ties, black shoes, black ties, black straps, blue money RGS is on the rise
It's the mafia ties, black shoes, black ties, black straps, blue money RGS is on the rise