Luca Brasi Speaks
Betrayed in a way, mental state in a rage
Praying every day, saying grace over plates
Heart full of hatred
Forever in pain conveyed in the
Tear drops on my face
Focused on the past, hard to let it go
Cards will never fold
If I call to let it show
Y'all would never know
Don't talk to everyone
The one's who listen, deep down don't feel it
Giving fake advice while
Concealing they intentions
Talk to you after they pretending
That they with you
Turn right around and then
Tell the whole city
Behind their backs, in a timely fashion
Look dead like drama when they llama blasting
Dreams of me being dead on my mama's mattress
Even there ain't safe when my mama's back
With my mind collapsing - hustle
Real hard to provide
Go to jail, am I grindin' backwards?
Preacher at church steady telling people
They should have faith does logic matter?
Crack users my congregation in
The trap trappin
Maybe I'm the pastor, designer fabric
Pyrex jar with the butter
Knife turn it white, michael Jackson
Pipe they after my life's disaster
Broke niggas all around and
My right for braggin
I'm the type to handle, lead examples
Press the hammer, get your leg dismantled
In the streets trying to freeze my cheese
It'll be you or me? There's a harder gamble
I'ma squeeze at your feet
Hit you dead in your knees
Then stand up in your chest
Blowing out your candle
Brought out the Phantom
Pour a drink inside it
No thinking bout it, peep game around it
Hostile environment, I'm residing in
Miley Cyrus, chick in college trying it
Buyers buying it
Spending this money while alive
More than likely not allowed to die with it
Fuck ups rival it, then that rifle spit
Right on sight your whip
Bite on side your lip
Aim for the face, shorty I'm with
Got ass like a horse told
Her aim for the waist
Brushing my grill, you's aim for the pace
But when I sip syrup I
Kinda fuck with the taste
Got cuffed in the cage but
They called it a tank
Special Response, pulling up in a tank
Best friend told homie had betrayed
But to say it
Stay solid, praying "I'm a make it
I'ma make it"
Keep telling myself "History is in making"
Niggas hold they nuts wanna favor
When you make it
I was in the paper, not for making no paper
Body tied up, someone left boy naked
I was interrogated, never gave no statement
Know a few fakes who can't say what I stated
I don't gang bang but my gun go
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
Phone going rang rang rang rang rang
Told a bitch, fuck her
"I ain't got no change"
Sit on your ass, all you do is complain
That's if I ain't entitled for
Em under go strange
Strapped up like shoes that
Ain't got no strings
Niggas jumping all around but to
Me it looks strange
When I'm on stage it's because I got paid
Me being real on the strength of being real
Sometimes I feel I can do without fame
(do without fame) in the life of a general
Do without fame (do without fame)