8-8-8-8-808 Mafia
I'm with my gang
Ratchets and clank
Johnny and blang
But we don't gang
More friends more friends
I fix they blang
Go pick up frank
Live at the bank
All my friends are dead
Their tombstones in my pocket
In the other pocket their best friends are rockin
I talk guap a lot
Cuz it my favorite topic
I can't talk to much
Unless I'm making profit
Now they wanna talk about me they can’t stop it
Tryn’a act like we ain’t fly boy yeah that’s none sense
Know we flyin you should know we near the cockpit
Out here told with all my friends
Your friends are toxic
My friends put the rollie on my wrist
My friends put the diamonds on my fist
Never losing friends
If they go
They will be missed
I'm talking to
Ben and thomas
They my therapists
Real shit
I can’t trust no one no more
I go get more friends at the morgue
I’ve been stab to many times in my back
I don’t think I can trust nobody I'll just stack
So much money swear I wake at the bank
Before I go to sleep I make sure that it safe
You ain't runin’ shit you just runin' in place
While I run that game do it at my own pace
8-8-8-8-808 Mafia
Mmmmh
