Mafia Music III (feat. Sizzla & Mavado)

My corner's so polluted

Young ****'s looting

I studied Kenneth Williams

I'm one hell of a student

Remarkable hustle

My ****'s coming home

I kept a candle lit

My **** never rolled

****'s caught him slipping

Gave him a shit bag

Five shots to the stomach

Tupac gift pack

It's death row

Conspiracy theories

Concealed indictment handed to the Grand Jury

Get some money, now you hated by your own kind

That home invasion done by ****'s in your blood line

Got boost

Game ain't based on sympathy

So he put a hit on his cousin, at eighteen

A sweet potato pies

Oh me oh my

Showing no remorse

Watching the others cry

Heroine sales

Detectives for sale

A lot a yellow tape

Where that Obama care?

This the mob, bitch

Silk underwear

Yeezy concerts

Kim Instagrams

****'s hatin' though

They study my moves

I'm like Farrakhan in view

With 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 Belicheck, coaching and calling the shots

Throw a yellow flag, pusher ****'s body drop

Then we celebrate

Black bottles pop

Time to elevate

We reopen shop

Wale a genius

Meek Mill a superstar

My new crib in Phoenix

Ten car garage

Petite Filet

Platinum Audemars

Ain't no tags needed, ****

I own them cars

I know them bitches

We met them broads

Never loved one

Fucked them all

I'm a fucking dog

Ricky fucking Ross

Get your Birkin bags

Just for my runner ups

But my main bitch

She get the main dish

Not the old Range

That was a lame bitch

This here your weed

She say, I can't quit

I let her see her honey keys a different Saint Nick

Moving bricks like its Black Friday

She gotta fuck 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 forty

Even when I shower

Chrome twenty two in my swimming towel

Mob ties and  I pray the music set me free

May the powers that be

****, let me be

Never gonna be around when the sun goes down

Under real real killers them all for you

I, it's gonna be a bloodshed

One boss, one day

It's gonna be a bloodshed

Pop, gunshot in the head

Payback is a motherfucker

Yes, I feel it, brothers, squeeze the trigger

I feel the air as my enemies die

I feel the strength of ten killer

What is to be will be

Only God alone can kill me

'Cause these fucking streets filthy

Trust and I ain't fucking guilty

Gangsters no take no chance from no guy

Know why?

Violate a gangster and bullets fly

Boy die

Guns go off or sun be set

Murder isn't any way

Gangsters no take no chance from no guy

Know why?

Violate a gangster and bullets fly

Boy die

Guns go off or sun be set

Murder isn't any way

Never gonna be around when the sun goes down

I'm the real real killers them all for you

I, it's gonna be a bloodshed

One boss, one day

It's gonna be a bloodshed

Gun shot to the head

Sizzla Kalonji recross, have the girls, them screaming

The entire country, every street lad

You already know the meaning

But its dreaming, going clean

You can't diss me, I must be dreaming

Tell me your counsel

Let them know we got a demon