Mr. Brasi

[Intro]
I don't know where I had came in, Gus, you 'gon have to signal me
Throw them fours up then
Look, they gon' love that, the children of my section gon' love that

[Verse]
Broke bread in the trenches, ligaments incoherent (Gates)
Luca Brasi Story, skid is itching to hear it (Gates)
Bread Winner go fly (Gates)
No kites on me, got white on me
Catchin' crack sales all night, homie
Got a smoker system with a pipe on it
Got a digital scale, critical well
Niggas watchin' for the bread team
Morning steak with the baked beans
Nine milli' holdin' eighteen
Ed Sheerans, A Team, customers awaiting
Fuck around with this shit
No prison sentence, escaping
Everyday, I'm praying, best friends don't betray me
Young guy, really pussy, a gangster he's portraying
Mad cause he ain't me, your girl fuckin' with Muk-Muk
Left jail, back to the kitchen, like Martha Stewart, no cookbook
My daddy made me look good, but that's not no good look
White jet, screeching off, in a vault, my speakers bought
In Zion City on fourth street, strapped by the crotch, car seat
Of course we know Samika, but her life is boring
Pouring promethazine in a one liter of Mountain Dew
Fountain of youth, I've just discovered
Uncovering who I really was
In the game, I am aggressive
I'm even-handed, meaning ambidextrous
Cannon wet ya' while you're rambling reckless
No short-taking 'round here
I'm a street nigga, got beef with ya
Touch everything in your family
My baby mama, big booty bitch, her grandmother can't stand it
My pants on but they saggy, fuck who can't understand it
Let D Arci and Lil Mogul, my BG's upstandin'
Somewhere on the corner, possibly on a Soma
Caught a whiff of aromas, absorbin' most of the odor
Bitch, I'm cold, I'm a soldier
Remote control for the moment
They tunin' in to Gates gas station, Boost Mobile phonin'
Carbon platinum Patron is makin' her have convulsions (It is)
Look who takin' office, Kevin Gates while in office (It is)
Used to have a brain, unfortunately, I lost it (He did)
I know it's got a name, but don't know what I could call it
We called it

[Outro]
On TV screens, thuggin' hard, won't need no green
Smokin' ones gon; bring me cheese
Bad bitch and she on her knees
Talkin' 'bout she won't do this thing
All I know is Luca, like Chevelle's, I blow the brains out