Inside the mobster's mind
I just killed a man
Pulled released and let go
Dropped down to his knees
Bled all over me
Should've stayed low
You shouldn't look at me wrong
And pretend you don't know
I'll blind you with my ice
Don't make me ask you twice
More like
More like you fuck with me hoe
I'll end your family tree
Fuck with me no
Presi Rollie on my wrist
Hoes all over me
Wet all over me
More like
Blood all over me
Sip it like it's tea
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
Trauma trauma trauma trauma
Trauma trauma trauma trauma
Daddy used to beat on me
Then he would take it out on mama
When I go to sleep at night
I hold her close just like my trauma
I ain't talking 'bout a bitch
I'll hold my glock close like my donna
If I fall it's from the penthouse
Hoes and bitches cry my name out
Many bodies I made bleed out
Manson would be scared of me now
Do what I have to prove myself
Kill, fuck, steal to protect my wealth
Buss down buss down buss down buss down
Cosa mia, my way it's dealt
Man I'll do it all for a Rollie
Presidential, day-date
Yellow gold, Tony
I'll take it to the casket
Fuck a consiglieri
I won't ask, I'll dictate
Fuck all my enemies
Then ask how my dick taste
Every body talk about what they never had
I want money and power
I don't talk about a dad
For every diamond on my body
Is a dead man's soul
Sent straight from where they came form
Like factory stones
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Hey man come give me a hand
For what?
You! I said come give me a hand
Fuckin' body in my trunk
Fuck man
Let's drag it
Let's drag it over there
What he do to you?
Dig up a grave
Gotta dig up fuckin' bodies
He got there bullets in his head
Ma cazzo boss! Fuck is this?
Smells like shit out here
Fuck man
Stuff that body in
Stuff that body in yeah
Throw that shit in
Throw that shit in man
Pulled released and let go
Dropped down to his knees
Bled all over me
Should've stayed low
You shouldn't look at me wrong
And pretend you don't know
I'll blind you with my ice
Don't make me ask you twice
More like
More like you fuck with me hoe
I'll end your family tree
Fuck with me no
Presi Rollie on my wrist
Hoes all over me
Wet all over me
More like
Blood all over me
Sip it like it's tea
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay
Trauma trauma trauma trauma
Trauma trauma trauma trauma
Daddy used to beat on me
Then he would take it out on mama
When I go to sleep at night
I hold her close just like my trauma
I ain't talking 'bout a bitch
I'll hold my glock close like my donna
If I fall it's from the penthouse
Hoes and bitches cry my name out
Many bodies I made bleed out
Manson would be scared of me now
Do what I have to prove myself
Kill, fuck, steal to protect my wealth
Buss down buss down buss down buss down
Cosa mia, my way it's dealt
Man I'll do it all for a Rollie
Presidential, day-date
Yellow gold, Tony
I'll take it to the casket
Fuck a consiglieri
I won't ask, I'll dictate
Fuck all my enemies
Then ask how my dick taste
Every body talk about what they never had
I want money and power
I don't talk about a dad
For every diamond on my body
Is a dead man's soul
Sent straight from where they came form
Like factory stones
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Hey man come give me a hand
For what?
You! I said come give me a hand
Fuckin' body in my trunk
Fuck man
Let's drag it
Let's drag it over there
What he do to you?
Dig up a grave
Gotta dig up fuckin' bodies
He got there bullets in his head
Ma cazzo boss! Fuck is this?
Smells like shit out here
Fuck man
Stuff that body in
Stuff that body in yeah
Throw that shit in
Throw that shit in man
Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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