Ricky & Fonz - Black Soprano Family, Benny the Butcher, Rick Hyde

6:37 every morning the phone ring

They always came, by seven at the latest

And who am I to sit there?

I gotta feed the babies

Turn my daughters into ladies, they need back-to-back Mercedes

Get my son a couple V-bucks just to let him know that we up

Every day is like a average like a B+

I just a nigga re-up, my is a Prius

Every shot is uncontested, better tell these niggas D up

They ask me how the top feel, and from my point of view

All these bottles get my mind right, the bitches love it too

When the sparkles hit your diamonds, they can’t help but notice you

Looking for the, fighting back the tears daily

I can never go broke again, it’s been my only fear lately

Henny keep me real wavey, losing make me feel brazy

All the years I grinded, now a nigga got a deal waiting

The struggle taught me real patience, trapping out the steel vacant

Just to keep my image up, y’all niggas ain’t real as us

50,000 later and I say that 'cause it’s definite

Every since like 2017 ain’t seen

Jeffersons

My heart cold as the Netherlands

It’s crazy 'cause this rap shit took me places that you never been

In Denver on the floor watching

These niggas is all cap, I can do this all day

It’s better when your money keep on coming in the wrong way

Fuck you, I exhausted all my efforts like a long day

If I can rewind time, I’m always going back to '72

And asking God to take one of these fuck niggas instead of you

Heaven got a better view, it’s so much that I never knew

the answers, screaming «Fuck cancer, RIP momma»