Da Mob (Explicit)-Black Soprano Family/BENNY THE BUTCHER/Rick Hyde/Heem B$F

These are the real Sopranos Look I just spent a quarter chicken now I'm worth a quarter ticket Put a quarter in my baccies give a quarter to my b***hes Ever since a quarter century I been rakin' up the digits All these dollars out of quarters I should give a course in vendin' Brought the razorbacks like Arkansas then Butcher taught me blend it Whip whip whip Turn a four into a seven then you hit the block and kill it That's how I fed my mama and three other lil' siblings Facts Not to mention my children s**t everybody winnin' Took a gamble just to get here the risk takers gon' get theirs Or I'm gettin' a checkerboard AKA a big square Break it down in fair chances then we goin' square dancin' From Charlotte back to New York in Miami like I'm Ant Mason Black Soprano Family with the leverage is impeccable You rappers is unethical turn n***as to vegetables Boom boom boom boom boom Matter fact n***a shoot yourself with it Plaxico shells Brrah Hotter than Mexico feel it on your chest like a stethoscope Sopranos I love the game I'm from the streets Streets n***a I survived some murder beef ever since then I play for keeps Keeps I'm shootin' everywhere the laser blink Brrr Drums on the 223 shuttin' down the motor on the V So be careful ridin' down them streets Careful And n***a bring your biggest gun when you think you're runnin' down on me On me n***a I'm with some n***as that'll die for me You gotta look me in the eyes when you tell me you gon' ride for me Mean the s**t It's time to tell my side of the story Look A n***a came off the bench but I got rings like Robert Horry I made movies but ain't record it Spray thirty something shells clear the scene before it get recorded Out of there Movin' cautious I can't afford it Raised by them real trenches catch a body and you get rewarded Kill 'em n***a Pushin' grams tryna make a fortune Had a couple bad runs like the Bills when they had Losman I need the Rollie with the bezel frosted Shh Havin' triple beam dreams reminiscin' when I sold frosting Me and my opps like LA and Boston I thought of that one on the plane on the flight from LA to Boston Sippin' D'USSÉ with the double crossers Don't cross us n***a The way we do you think it's voodoo so be careful 'fore you double cross us You run your mouth my guns talkin' Place a bounty on your head now you just a dead man walkin' Sopranos Yo look They told me I'm playin' with fire 'cause I ain't throw my phone away yet Phone away yet I'm in deep the hustler instinct ain't go away yet Still got it I kept a hammer in the bubble coat on the east side of Buffalo Yeah The forty made me trigger happy my plug made me comfortable Hit the lot then I'm coppin' ain't nothin' to guess 'bout this s**t Nothin' I don't even know the price I need to test drive the whip When you was stressed 'bout a b***h my team was fresh out of bricks Yeah Cop it in Miami at the Best West' by the strip Brr Your b***h hit my phone and she don't want nothin' specific H*es know I'm ballin' like the US in the Summer Olympics I played the strip 'til the mail came in Chancel fragrance Hell raisin' N***a my hood full of shell casings from twelve gauges Let's see who really rivals if your city really follow Let's see I'm in the lab writin' ashin' in an empty Henny bottle I had a spot in all hoods All hoods Had my pockets all full We eatin' 'Til rap made me more political like Pac before Suge This flow got me enemies I don't speak to half y'all F**k y'all n***as I got weaker rap squads doin' features half off yeah Hahahaha No cops when I hit the scene popped up with Rick and Heem Mask no vest just a mop like Mr Clean ah These are the real Sopranos Big BSF n***a All my n***as is Capos n***a We take this Black Soprano s**t serious Real s**t Shoutout my n***a City Boy My n***a Rick Hyde Heem Produced by：Shay you a fool n***a Ah 2020 mine n***a hahaha Big BSF Big Griselda in this motherf**ker I had to come clean n***as up ah