Ricky & Fonz

[Intro]
These are the real Soprano's
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse: Ricky Hyde]
6:37 every morning the phone ring
They always came with eighty, by seven at the latest
And who am I to sit there? I gotta feed the babies
Turn my daughters into ladies, they need back-to-back Mercedes
Get my son a couple V-bucks just to let him know that we up
Every day is like a G plus, you is average like a B+
I just spent a nigga re-up, my two necklace is a Prius
Every shot is uncontested, better tell these niggas D up
They ask me how the top feel, and from my point of view
Mix my little bit of Limelight with 1942
All these bottles get my mind right, the bitches love it too
When the sparkles hit your diamonds, they can't help but notice you
Looking what a year made me, fighting back the tears daily
I can never go broke again, it's been my only fear lately
Henny keep me real wavey, losing make me feel brazy
All the years I grinded, now a nigga got a deal waiting
The struggle taught me real patience, trapping out the steel vacant
Just to keep my image up, y'all niggas ain't real as us
50,000 later and I say that 'cause it's definite
Ever since like 2017 ain't seen a deficit
Grants, Franklins, Jeffersons
My heart cold as the Netherlands
It's crazy 'cause this rap shit took me places that you never been
In Denver on the floor watching Joker and Jamal play
These niggas is all cap, I can do this all day
It's better when your money keep on coming in the wrong way
Fuck you, I exhausted all my efforts like a long day
If I can rewind time, I'm always going back to '72
And asking God to take one of these fuck niggas instead of you
Heaven got a better view, it's so much that I never knew
[?] the answers, screaming "Fuck cancer, RIP momma"