It's Over

Gangsta
 Brought to you by the Butcher, nigga
 These are the real Sopranos
 Cannon
 Was takin' penitentiary chances, now they hit us with advances
 Got them niggas mad, hatin', can't stand it
 Down bad, I ain't panic, now I'm doin' shits with Don Cannon
 But I'm the same nigga used to tote cannons
 Hit the coke with Arm & Hammer
 'Caine so hard, we need a hammer
 Play the crackhouse with cop scanners
 Known for sellin' glass, every gram I cook sold fast
 Quarter brick and a vision where it glass
 Runnin' from my past, Henny to the top of the glass
 Won't stop 'till I'm top of my class
 Had a Glock in the stash next to a box full of cash
 Hit a lick, used a stocking for a mask, this real shit
 Rumors spread from the ones I used to chill with
 Get fake vibes from niggas I kept it real with
 We was ridin' four deep tryna kill shit
 Blow a nigga brains out and don't feel shit (Sopranos)
 2015 was the year, no regrets, no fears
 We was running through the dope
 I turned 80 into hope
 Plus I showed these motherfuckers they ain't wavy as the G.O.A.T
 Now the label pay me for my quotes
 Plus I'm flyin' in with elbows like I'm jumpin' off the ropes
 All this money I'mma gross, I can feel it gettin' close
 You can call me Raekwon 'cause I'm comin' with the Ghost
 They was callin' me a legend 'fore a nigga even spoke
 They'll be callin' for the reverend
 If I hit you with this toast (Cannon)
 I say the word and the apes all come out
 Now it's shells everywhere like a baseball dugout
 It was grams everywhere 'till the eighths all run out
 Uh, I prophesied my profit rise
 I can't concern myself with y'all like it's ostracized
 Every two or three thousand gave me the cautious vibes
 But I been backed up
 Soon as the ink dried, I was ten racks up
 I'mma make another sixty on 'em, then stack up (Yeah)
 Black Soprano for the win, nigga, fin
 Better save more than you spend, stack up and do it again (Nah)
 You was only good for a season like Jeremy Lin
 Both hands wasn't enough to count it, needed a twin
 Decorated the garage with horses like Ralph Lauren
 My train of thought still stuck on all the cocaine I bought
 I don't get into to all of that famous talk
 Disposable cash
 We unapproachable, sociopaths
 A run-in with us supposed to go bad, but I evolved
 Now look at me, I'm a boss, gotta book me with all my dogs
 Chose the streets 'cause she the one took me with all my flaws
 Why listen to fools talkin', in kitchens, I'm moonwalkin'
 Feds hate, there's red paint on all of her shoe arches
 Every house on my block was hot 'till I moved off it
 Like Drew Brees, I took the lead with a few tosses
 New charges, it ain't over, though, it's just beginning
 I'm Curt Schilling
 Lookin' from the dugout, goin' for extra innings
 I turned my hobby to a separate business
 Sick of those detective visits
 Poppin' up at shows just to question niggas
 Who knew the game ain't have an exit in it
 I took a fork, whipped it once, when it stiffened up, I left it in it
 Let's talk bags I got in mind today
 I wrote this verse in the shirt I had on when I signed to Jay
 It's over, ah
 These are the real Sopranos
 And like that
 We gone
 DJ Drama
 Black Soprano Family
 Well respected
 For life