Costa Nostra

I want saying I'm the angel type
Everybody got an angle right
But I be keeping mine angled right
Cobain not the angle type
That fake shit can't put up a fight
Real bars that's gun to knife
Early graduate green to whit
But I'm working harder for a better life
Like ooh mane we got see the bag
Long time we was kicking back
Like Lui Kang we was kicking back
Not a single teacher ever taught me math
But that white bitch stayed speaking facts
I stayed with her but I never smash
Catchin feeling but they never last
Never last
Never last
Ooh run it up
Jump it to stack it like double dutch
Own every masters that's double funds
Straight to the bank with a double clutch
Sapped an ankle now you double crutched
Remember times I ain't had no lunch
So I'm going harder when its time to crunch
Elevated we be going up
We ain't made it but its sure enough
They shoulda stayed in but they born to run
Live to fake it I'm a one of one
I be shaken bacon when I'm on the run
Hope I make it to the fuckin sun
Go and take it like its all for one
Some got thank me when its said and done
Inspiration you could feel the love
Doing this shit for the days
For the days we ain't had shit
They thinking they music so great
But they ain't really sayin shit
I'm tryna change your ways
Quit your job and get rich
I Know what you finna say
You can't just do that shit
But you gotta find your way
The key is behind your ribs
Man its fuck what they say
Don't let em tell ya how to live
And Yeah that still goes for me look I ain't perfect it is what it is
Don't let em tell ya that we free they lie for a living that's how they get bread
If you left side or right side you part of the problem
It go right left then dumb smart like Bush then Obama
Had to slow it down for those dumb dumbs that swear to God they so popping
Kids be feeling sick to they tum tum while they struggle without a father
These fathers be getting drunk drunk looking for somebody else's daughter
And its Christmas and its birthdays turning these single mothers into monsters
But that new youth don't value nothing its all coming back to the father
And your father would've valued you maybe you wouldn't be such a monster
But aye aye
That's none of my business
None of my business
I said aye aye
Im focused on business
Focused on business
Boutta get paid paid
Making a wishlist
Making a hit list
Straight to the grave grave
Man on a mission
What are you missing
I just be flipping the script like a PHD is the new prefix
I might come off of the hip with three rounds turn em all into toothpicks
I know you think you the shit but its three rounds if you think imma lose this
Think imma take me a trip three tickets man its time to go see shit

Think imma do it
You tell me who got you influenced man
Tell em to prove it
Thinking they winning but really they losing man
Call me a student
Just been learning and making these moves for bands
We going stupid
Fuck it I'm all in with this losing hand
Im going straight to the top of this bitch
Bullets for anyone stopping this shit
Motherfuckers just be coppin the drip
Me man I'm really talking that shit
Dogs with me they be barking at shit
Thinking everything a target and shit
Can't even walk into Target and shit
Looking at me like we Robbin this bitch
Try to tell em keep ya head straight
We got have more than just bread plates
I need some shit that I can't pronounce
Pull up n give em a red face
Show em all who really rapping now
Dropping all up in that fire place
If he talking we got chop him down
Throw his ass of the fire escape
Try to run than we got hawk him down
Bet that he coming in last place
We not the ones that you could walk around
You should walk up to me not passed me
Hope you hearing this shit clearly now
Cus later on its don't ask me
I'm gon