In Don We Trust

Lyrics

Corleone family is coming back into town and is headed by Vito, and you know him, Payper Everyone of you cocksucking motherfuckers that denied him a spot at the table, he's coming to take everything by force So you know what you gonna do is, you're gonna take what you love, and you're gonna fucking leave 'Cause he's got the blessing of the commission in Luchesse' So there's nothing nobody can do about it Because the people in the fucking streets are all screaming In Don We Trust, so you know we've got a serious problem kid You heard it from me and I'm telling you how it is on the street. That's word on the street. Okay! I pray that I don't quit And I pray nobody talks loose lips will sink the whole ship I'm praying that I'm going to get, everything I set my heart out to achieve or I'll go sick Still flyer than a drone clip The goal is die like Don Carlo, well respected and so rich I pray for the family Yeah the ones we share blood and the ones we took the oath with You know my type cut raw no seasoning Champions don't get excited about preseason wins See it's not a thing of pride but the reason is It is not really a win if you reason it Lied to the pastor in his face I won't sin again I may be wrong because I'm out slanging things again I send a text 'hit the trap spot by evening You get paid according to how much you bringing in We Love to stunt so the hoes watch Flossing in school see my pops didn't know I had his gold watch/ A celeb on my old block Living life fast and we never stopping for patrol cops I can't wait to do good numbers I'm revenge sexing every pretty chick that made a fool of us My PH plug brought the goods for us since the Old heads weren't buying shit we sold it to the youth corpers When they locked the fam up I kept in touch with them I told the bros keep the faith till we touch the cream This for my BGs Jesse and Bobby Green My other man a drug enthusiast he love the Lyn I swear people can be very crazy I've got homies my DM asking me 'bout how much Henny paid me Fashion freak clothes dry but the boy dripping Street money had us looking like we flood victims I'm getting a little tired of everybody telling me shit that i don't wanna hear you know If you're gonna talk to me, have a little respect okay That's what i tell people every time but they don't get me So this your artist is he good? And if he's any good you know you could bring him over to the family we'd make him a made guy But i don't like snitches If he's some kind of snitch then it can't work The Boss Of All Bosses You saw what love cost us I just tell stories on records and draw portraits Never going to say that we never recorded loses but every profit made was bigger than what it cost us I show love in the worst way, still haven't spoken to my mum, I ain't call her on her birthday I'm not a bad child I just have mood swings And it takes a long time to feel a good thing Cants shake it off although I try And I love to keep my distance that's because I hate to see you cry Mad at everything can't even lie I remember telling Jeke if my pops died I wouldn't cry We didn't get along but he was awesome They called me the next day like we lost him Now I'm sitting here like 'what a crazy life' Wishing that before you left us, we had made it right