Mr. Brasi

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't know where I had came in, Gus, you 'gon have to signal me Throw them fours up then Look, they gon' love that, the children of my section gon' love that [Verse] Broke bread in the trenches, ligaments incoherent (Gates) Luca Brasi Story, skid is itching to hear it (Gates) Bread Winner go fly (Gates) No kites on me, got white on me Catchin' crack sales all night, homie Got a smoker system with a pipe on it Got a digital scale, critical well Niggas watchin' for the bread team Morning steak with the baked beans Nine milli' holdin' eighteen Ed Sheerans, 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 fuckin' 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, car seat Of course we know Samika, 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 Cannon wet ya' while you're rambling reckless No short-taking 'round here I'm a street nigga, got beef with ya Touch everything in your family My baby mama, big booty bitch, her grandmother can't stand it My pants on but they saggy, fuck who can't understand it Let D Arci and Lil Mogul, my BG's upstandin' Somewhere on the corner, possibly on a Soma Caught a whiff of aromas, absorbin' most of the odor Bitch, I'm cold, I'm a soldier Remote control for the moment They tunin' in to Gates gas station, Boost Mobile phonin' Carbon platinum Patron is makin' her have convulsions (It is) Look who takin' office, Kevin Gates while in office (It is) Used to have a brain, unfortunately, I lost it (He did) I know it's got a name, but don't know what I could call it We called it [Outro] On TV screens, thuggin' hard, won't need no green Smokin' ones gon; bring me cheese Bad bitch and she on her knees Talkin' 'bout she won't do this thing All I know is Luca, like Chevelle's, I blow the brains out