Nicky Santoro

(Verse 1)

I'm about to watch Goodfellas again
Fortes is just like Pesci with the pen
Except I won't end up like him, in the desert like him
I got enemies this is a message to them
You was never shit, your mother should've spit you out
Or aborted y'all, fuck this I'm bored of y'all
I feel bad for the engineer recording y'all
They call me 40 when I sell you one I'm shorting y'all
If it ain't about the money I'm ignoring y'all
If it ain't about the music I'm ignoring y'all
If it ain't about some weed then I'm ignoring y'all
We only speak on the beach, they recording calls
I keep it 100 like a quarter y'all
I can't sleep at night I simply can't afford it y'all
Working on 10,000 hours
Everybody knows Fortes has the best sour

(Verse 2)

They know I spit they know I sell
No baggies and a broken scale
I could go legit now and still go to hell
I got music shit sewn I do it oh so well
No address listed I don't open mail
Unless it's the package that's vacuumed seal so no one smells
2 milligrams don't do the trick anymore
And once I turn 26 can't get the script anymore
Let me get high, listen to BIG, kick in the door
Ready to die, I feel like I've said that before
So many times, in so many rhymes
Cokehead with the bars I got so many lines
And how I feel is kind of hard to define
Way before Nas said it I knew the world always was mine
Everyone selling their soul like where you want me to sign?
See I'll always be Nick but you won't always be a dime

(Verse 3)

Memoirs of bars, I told ya'll that "On Dawgs"
You treat your family like Chris Benoit
I eat a xanny then everything is ha ha ha
But I got a serious side too
You can just tell when you stare in my eyes
I don't fuck with your negative vibes
If your broke get on craigslist and get you a job
Fuckboys told Forty, 50 dollars gets you on a blog
Nah I'm good with the post
I'm in the hood with the Ghost
I'm in the burbs with the birds
Now we at a party at the Ritz should we toast?
To the friends that become family
Most won't understand me
Cause Fortes is uncanny