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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthonee Bailey
Anthonee Bailey
Songwriter
Joshua Frohling
Joshua Frohling
Songwriter

Lyrics

Came in the world with
Diablo's horns
Ain't shed a tear
When I was born
Look in my eyes
You can tell I'm worn
When my personalities torn
Take em to church
Make it a morgue
Hide a body in the floor
They wanna keep on
Cutting me short
Now Ima even the score
Whole town Ima scorch
Passing down to me the torch
Forget the past with memory distort
Golden arrows hit a target for sport
Aim for the top, and the future I'm towards
I got the passion, no one surrounding me
With these assassins under my power tree
No capo, I am your majesty
Wannabe gangstar? I move the galaxy with
Passione organization
I am the Godfather with the made men
One-way ticket this crazy train left
Mental scarface made me insanest
Mob ties so you know I am sanctioned
Two-faced and one got a fake grin
Walk up wrong we might shape shift
Hol up dawg I gotta take this
Oh, come pick up the call
This is fate to bring your fall
Oh, time to kill them all
That's why y'all against the wall
Oh, come pick up the call
Spread your ash like parmesan
Oh, I'm Italian
So we throwing hands to talk
Oh, come pick up the call
Fore I execute the squad
Oh, it's too late to pause
In a blink, and now they're gone
Oh, come pick up the call
Only seconds left to draw
Oh, think I'm acting odd?
Time to meet the Crimson god
Blurry past but
I been to hell and back
Mood swing fast
No I can't get a grasp
Voices inside of my head like a telepath
I stand bout ten steps ahead
Cause of Epitaph
Crystal ball visions
Like a Fortune Teller has
Just like that i might snap
Eyes roll back in my head
And I laugh
Mind out of wack, where was I at?
Yo, one body two souls
Mafia all I know
Gotta live by the code
Boss life never fold
I ain't choose I was chose
On site and case closed
I have repeatedly showed
That I won't choke
Even if there's razor blades in my throat
So, loyal subordinate
Doppio
See him pulling out the metal
But I am the head chef
Cooking up something that's special
Like Risotto in a blender
Slicing like a pizza till he bled to death
Yes I am an artist
I erase any mistake
With blood for paint
You can ask Sorbet
Cause he already knows that
My art got to be framed
Don't need to be put in a hall of fame
I'm at the top of the chain, so just call my agent
And he'll kill you
I'm a count to 10
And bound to win
You clowns are dead
Rip out organs
Look around
Now your town is red
I'm out to get
My daughter aborted
Where my clout depends
Then
Do as the Romans do
Build an empire
Conquer your enemies
And hold the truth
Better zip your lip
Like Bucciarati's crew
Or I'll body you
Like bada bing bada boom
I'm the original
But I am not me
Stay out of reach
Of all of my colleagues
All of yall copy
Yall are my offspring
One more road I gotta
Cross to the swap meet
Dead weight on me like
Buciaratti
Death on my shoulder
But it suit me oddly
Nobody out know how a boss thing
Keep on making moves
Even if you've shot me
Mind body and soul
Have been swapped
Wait till I get ahold of my opps
Golden arrow
I aim it and pop
Till my final breath
I stay on my job
They gon know my name now before I am gone
First time I been
Alone in my thoughts
Voice in my head
Has finally stopped
I carry on and
Meet the Crimson God
Dawn of the Don
You're approaching the future
Puttin more holes in you
Than your six shooter
Tear up the past so
You'll need a suture
Giorno, I'll bet
That your father was a loser
Shoulda pussed out like Fugo
And stayed on the Jersey shore cause you're too slow
Got you growin' old and cut up like prosciutto
Tell me, are you starting feel deja vu though?
Yo, I'm the man behind the hair curtain
Come close, I'll shut yours
You will die for certain, I'll watch it all once more
Be a Goodfella now if you don't want war
I'm wearing fishnets
Cause you'll sleep on ocean floor
It's a family problem
Mind your own instead
You can't afford to die
I got unlimited bread
My stand
Puts you in the dirt of an
olive garden bed
I'm the king
Making crimson flow
Till you're dead
Passione organization
I am the Godfather with the made men
One-way ticket this crazy train left
Mental scarface made me insanest
Mob ties so you know I am sanctioned
Two-faced and one got a fake grin
Walk up wrong we might shape shift
Hold up dawg I gotta take this
Oh, come pick up the call
This is fate to bring your fall
Oh, time to kill them all
That's why y'all against the wall
Oh, come pick up the call
Spread your ash like parmesan
Oh, I'm Italian
So we throwing hands to talk
Oh, come pick up the call
Fore I execute the squad
Oh, it's too late to pause
In a blink, and now they're gone
Oh, come pick up the call
Only seconds left to draw
Oh, think I'm acting odd?
Time to meet the Crimson god
Written by: Anthonee Bailey, Joshua Frohling

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