Mr. Brasi

"Well, when Johnny was first starting out, he was signed to this personal service contract, with a big bandleader. And as his career got better and better, he wanted to get out of it. Now Johnny is my father's Godson, and my father went to see this bandleader. And he offered him $10, 000 to let Johnny go, but the bandleader said no. So the next day, my father went to see him, only this time with Luca Brasi."

I don't know when I have to come in Gus, you gonna have to signal me

Throw them fours up there

They gonna love that, the children of my section gonna love that

Broke bread in the trenches, ligaments incoherent

Luca Brasi Story, skid is itching to hear it

Bread Winner go fly, no kites on me

Got white on me, catching crack sales all night, homie

Got a smoker system with a pipe on it

Got a digital scale, critical well

Niggas watching for the Bread team

Morning steak with the baked beans

9-milli holding 18

Ed Sheeran, A Team, customers awaiting

Fuck around with this shit

No prison sentence, escaping

Everyday, I'm praying, best friends don't betray me

Young guy, really pussy, a gangster he's portraying

Mad cause he ain't me, your girl fucking with Muk-Muk

Left jail, back to the kitchen, like Martha Stewart, no cookbook

My daddy made me look good, but that's not no good look

White jet screeching off, in a vault, my speakers bought

In Zion City on fourth street, strapped by the crotch, Coursey

Of course we know [?], but her life is boring

Pouring promethazine in a one liter of Mountain Dew

Fountain of youth, I've just discovered

Uncovering who I really was

In the game, I am aggressive

I'm even handed, meaning ambidextrous

Can of No short-taking round here

I'm a street nigga, got beef with ya

Touch everything in your family

My baby momma big booty bitch, her grandmother can't stand it

My pants on but they sagging, fuck who can't understand it

[?], my BG understand it

Somewhere on the corner, possibly on the summer

Caught a whiff of aromas, absorbing most of the odor

Bitch I'm cold I'm a soldier

Remote control for the moment

They tuning in to Gates gas station, Boost Mobile phoning

platinum patroners, making them have convulsions

Look who taking office, Kevin Gates while in office

Used to have a brain, unfortunately I lost it

I know it's got a name, but don't know what I could call it

Retawdid

On TV screens, thugging hard won't need no green

Smoking gonna bring me cheese

Bad bitch, and she on her knees

Talking 'bout she won't do this thing

All I know is I blow the brains out