Ab-Soul - Donnie Brasco lyrics

[Hook: Ab-Soul] Because it's 1-8-7 on a under cover cop Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco? Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco? (Gotta be made) Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco? Because it's 1-8-7 on a under cover cop Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco? Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco? (Gotta be made) Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco? [Verse 1: Fashawn] He wore a leather coat, Cazal shades A gold pinky ring, I mean he's got to be paid Or maybe he's a mobster, probably made Except I never seen him around, ought to complain But I got the kids info, heard he was a j**eler From up up the block I thought of my friend Mueller That would be our introduction Call it an ice breaker I brought him a broken watch just to start a conversation Who am I Ugh, Young Lefty my name But I need not explain Bled blocks with cain Over 20 something bodies I'm trying to get out the game So I ain't got a problem with poppin' one in your brain Kapeesh Ride with me but under one condition Over stand a position this is grown man business Listen I can take you under my wing Or I can take your lights out and let this Desert Eagle sing Because it's [Hook] [Verse 2: One-2] Aye Yo, my cousin introduced me to his homie Who told me about some money making schemes he gone show me G's he gone grow me To help me get started, I thought it seemed like bologna Thought he was a phony But then, a couple of weeks past He calls me on the cell-y and tells me to meet fast Brought a brief case with a couple of G's cash Talked it over with Fash And gave him the G-pa** He knew all about the spots that we smashed The robberies, The j**elry, guns, the weed stash It's usually easy for me to smell a pretender At the family meetings he's a regular member Deep in our circle, but I follow my intuition And tried to warn the bosses, they thought that I was trippin' Told the guard to pat him down, I fear he's a liar I put one in his dome, caught him wearing a wire [Hook] x2