Symphony

I'm that OG, some of y'all know me
 I used to cop greens from 4G
 Nickels, dimes and oz's
 I'm like Thor's brother, so low key (Loki)
 I might swing a hammer, provoke me
 Put a shooter where Ko - be
 Tell ya like somebody done told me
 Never trust nobody who owe me
 And any wife is a trophy
 If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
 To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
 I'm all about the Benjy's
 But that bring jealousy and envy
 Don't trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly
 I'll be damned if i pass up
 It's for bricks when I mask up and run down
 On em to get my cash up
 Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up
 Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked
 Come and take a trip to the dark side
 Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied
 no guys saying they neutral but playing both sides
 Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides
 Your boy ain't playing a little
 Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle
 Fugitive on the run, felony warrants
 The police, kicking doors, question all the informants
 Carlo, feeling like the war's on and I'm running through hell
 Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on
 Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you
 Die or embrace the team, offers that you can't refuse
 Hanz On music, mother fucker, yeah say it with me
 Now get your smartphone, hater, and take a picture with me
 Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me
 Ride 'til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me
 Carlo's, got killers on the payroll
 Killers on the lay-low
 Killers that will kill when I say so
 There's a war going on outside, nobodies safe from
 I gotta get this money now, we gon' take some
 A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something
 I'm gonna hit em with the pounds, that'll break something
 Y'all better run and get your boots time tight black
 Y'all fornicating with this money, get your life rap
 Straight music, motherfucker cause it's like that
 I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap
 And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon
 Don't let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms
 And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons
 I'm bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms
 the situations getting chunky, tension mad thick
 Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag' shit
 Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit
 My killahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast shit
 Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock
 Apply pressure to your neck 'til your heart stops
 Got 'em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend
 I'm an addict, I'm addicted to rap cream
 New day is dawning but I'm stuck in my old ways
 Gave you fair warning, I'm reloading, okay?
 I ain't gotta say it's on
 Pop up at your front door, early morning
 Guns drawn, like ding dong
 Cash, I get it up
 My niggas, I can't get enough
 Won't stop rocking 'til I'm sitting up on diddy bucks
 A semi tuckin, witty fucker
 picture getting city stuck
 This city buck is sick of flipper
 Motherfuckin' city bus
 Big whip, coasting
 Throat stroking, slow motion
 Slow groove, so smooth
 Old school, Billy Ocean
 Caribbean Queen, mean body
 Dereon jeans
 Cherry bomb, the way she blow me
 She like heavy on dreams
 Enough with the petty con schemes
 I need Enron cream
 Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean