Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block robbers
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses
Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got choppers
Know mobsters who love murder, like soccer
Light talker, put in work, night walker
Might off ya, good shooter, knife propper
Dice dropper, street ties, white collar
I done seen it all, I was taught by the mob
When you stop behind the car, give yourself another car length
Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac them
Only trust your friends as far as you can toss them
And you ain't a boss if you ain't ever took a loss, pimp
When you in the club leave your pistol on the car rim
My OGs done retired, that's why the police never caught them
So get your money and get out, that's the lost gem
That last verse
breh was moonwalking on that bytch