Mafia Music III
My corner so polluted  young *****s looting
I studied Kenneth Williams  I'm one hell of a student

Remarkable hustle  my *****s coming home
I kept the candle lit  my ***** never rowed

*****s caught him slipping  gave him a **** bag

Five shots to the stomach  2Pac gift pack

It's death row  conspiracy theories

Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury

Get some money now  you hated by your own kind

The home invasion done by *****s in your bloodline

GABOS  game ain't based on sympathy

So he put a hit on his cousin in 18th

A sweet potato pie  oh me  oh my

Showing no remorse watching the others cry

****** sales  detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape  where that Obama care

This the mob  *****  silk underwear

Yeezy concerts  Kim Instagrams

*****s hating  though they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan  in view of hundreds of Jews

Two attempts on my life  they threatened venues

Can't you see what I am  The hustle continue

I bought more jewels  I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes  match the watch in the face

Bill Belichick  coaching and calling the shots

Throw a yellow flag  ***** ***** body drops

Then we celebrate  black bottles pop

Time to elevate  we re-open shop

Wale a genius  Meek Mill a superstar

My new crib in Phoenix  ten car garage

Patek Philippe  platinum Audemars

Ain't no tags needed  *****  I own them cars

I know them *****es  we met them broads

Never loved one  ****ed them all
I'm a ****ing dog  Ricky ****ing Ross

***** Birkin bags just for my runner-ups

But my main ***** she get the main dish

Not the old range  that was a lame *****

Brazilian weave  she say I came quick

I let her see a hundred ki's  a gift from St  Nick

Moving bricks like it's Black Friday

She gotta **** me or call me a fat crybaby

Looking over my shoulder  I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho

Glock  40  even when I shower

Chrome  22 in my swimming towel

Mob ties and I pray the music set me free

May the powers that be better let me be
We around when the sun goes down

And the real  real killers they mourn for ya

This time it'll be a bloodshed

One month  one day it's gonna be a bloodshed

Bop  gunshot in the head

Payback is a ************

Yes  I feel it when I squeeze the trigger

I feel the air when my enemies die

I feel the strength of them killer

What is will be

Only God and them can kill me

Cause these ****ing streets filthy

And I ain't ****ing guilty

We around when the sun goes down

And the real  real killers they mourn for ya

This time it'll be a bloodshed

One month  one day it's gonna be a bloodshed

Bop  gunshot in the head