Mafia

Had to do the ones they said it wan no mo Scott's left
I just ain't gone smoke if I can't smoke off the top shelf
Thinking back was walking spaceships how I got here
First time on leer my vision got clear
Residential neighbors everybody got paper
I'm trading favors for favors
Invested money for later
I'm from the southside Riverdale
I just left court in Decatur
Right Now I'm headed to Pappadeaux
I might get da gator
Ain't no mo room in my Benz
Fake friends they tryna get in
I use to run hit the fence
I'm tryna double my ends
I ain't got time for the Winslow's
I sit behind tint
You see that house on hill
Look like we just hit a lick



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Writer(s): Amir Jenkins
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