Goodfellas
Every week I'm finna drop some new shit
I'm tryna build an empire
Now she call me lucious
She think that shit cute
I think that she a nuisance
Rambo got the clippers if we talking loose ends
I been at it since a youngin
This my lifestyle
Spit facts
And push packs by the square mile
Well that's my old life
Felt like Al Capone
Boss nigga now
Don Corleone
Godfather shit
God given flow
I should own a pizzeria how I'm bout the dough
If I go broke
Keep calm never panic
In my jacket keep the ratchet like a damn mechanic
Somebody need a tune up in this bitch
Red dot
Front grip
Call of Duty in this bitch
I'm gon' be a legend
This my daily affirmation
Music saved my life I don't need ya confirmation
I just need a hunned bands and some good smoke
And a feisty lul shordy with the good throat
Elevated mindset
I'm on a different plane
First class
Nigga you still in the bike lane
Work hard
Tryna get the foreign car sponsor
Yellow Porsche
24s
Call it Black Mamba
Bitch I does my thang
And I do it well
Put 'arms to ya chest
Send some philly shells
And I don't even gotta up the hammer
Fam'll do it for the laughs like Adam Sandler
Better watch how ya move
Better watch how ya move
BETTER WATCH HOW YA MOVE
Yeah I can hear em when they blink
Yeah I can feel em when they think
Yeah I can smell they weak and it stink
Swimming with the sharks
I can't save em I let em sink
Oooh
Gotta watch em real close
I just bought some steel toes
Stomping out opps I'm still dope
Still up I'm still winning
Thought I lost when ya robbed me
You outta luck I'm still grinning
Still busting thru the ceiling
Still popping out them sides you never payed attention too
Paid a million dues
They testing my patience they dinner food
If I'm not into you
My dawg hit the button and send em thru
My hands stay cleaner than the streets when they sweeping centennial
I tax em in intervals
Never sentimental
I might double back to check on a rack
And then dip like dimples
I might let ya go just to fool with ya cuz it's strictly mental
I'm not the usual
Come fool with cuz
If you into figures
I'm prolly the city menace just cuz I keep it 100
Never cared about what they care about
I win that's it
In my bag like a binder
Minding by business
Never been talkative
Minding the way I move
I know they watching me
I'm tryna build an empire
Now she call me lucious
She think that shit cute
I think that she a nuisance
Rambo got the clippers if we talking loose ends
I been at it since a youngin
This my lifestyle
Spit facts
And push packs by the square mile
Well that's my old life
Felt like Al Capone
Boss nigga now
Don Corleone
Godfather shit
God given flow
I should own a pizzeria how I'm bout the dough
If I go broke
Keep calm never panic
In my jacket keep the ratchet like a damn mechanic
Somebody need a tune up in this bitch
Red dot
Front grip
Call of Duty in this bitch
I'm gon' be a legend
This my daily affirmation
Music saved my life I don't need ya confirmation
I just need a hunned bands and some good smoke
And a feisty lul shordy with the good throat
Elevated mindset
I'm on a different plane
First class
Nigga you still in the bike lane
Work hard
Tryna get the foreign car sponsor
Yellow Porsche
24s
Call it Black Mamba
Bitch I does my thang
And I do it well
Put 'arms to ya chest
Send some philly shells
And I don't even gotta up the hammer
Fam'll do it for the laughs like Adam Sandler
Better watch how ya move
Better watch how ya move
BETTER WATCH HOW YA MOVE
Yeah I can hear em when they blink
Yeah I can feel em when they think
Yeah I can smell they weak and it stink
Swimming with the sharks
I can't save em I let em sink
Oooh
Gotta watch em real close
I just bought some steel toes
Stomping out opps I'm still dope
Still up I'm still winning
Thought I lost when ya robbed me
You outta luck I'm still grinning
Still busting thru the ceiling
Still popping out them sides you never payed attention too
Paid a million dues
They testing my patience they dinner food
If I'm not into you
My dawg hit the button and send em thru
My hands stay cleaner than the streets when they sweeping centennial
I tax em in intervals
Never sentimental
I might double back to check on a rack
And then dip like dimples
I might let ya go just to fool with ya cuz it's strictly mental
I'm not the usual
Come fool with cuz
If you into figures
I'm prolly the city menace just cuz I keep it 100
Never cared about what they care about
I win that's it
In my bag like a binder
Minding by business
Never been talkative
Minding the way I move
I know they watching me
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Writer(s): Malik Lewis
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