[Crisis Corleone]
Learned a lot of sh** I didn't care to know
Been shown a lot of things, but I pick and choose what I show
Can't grow, if you wanna keep the weeds around
Can't appease rats, if you're trying to keep some cheese around
Careful what you say, and who the f** you speak around
Cause when you fall, they gon' celebrate you being on the ground
They rather see you in a grave, than to see you paid
Rather say you ain't real, than to admit they're fake
They're Plate watching, like a umpire
But with me one strike, after that, then it's gun fire
Second chances, only help em' plot your d**h better
Catch you while sleeping, and they'll turn you into a bed wetter
....berrettas solve whatever problems they pose
Sip amarettos, chill in chancletas with hoes
n***as eating with they foes, that's shopping at Trader Joes with em
Safe and sound, k**az surround me like Bose system
I rose different
With morals values and principals
n***as think we twins, we ain't nothing identical
If it's f** me, then expect the reciprocal
Come at me sideways, I'm clapping from my perifial
Gats, scratched off serials, trigger finger itching
Put j**els in my music, because stick up kids is listening
Over your head, it wasn't made for your comprehension
Real n***as decode the messages that I be giving
Corleone, I'm nicer than Jamaican weather
From the pulpit, back to the bullsh**, Mason Betha
Ughhh!!!....I don't play bout my cheddar
I have the goons hopping out like the Foot Clan, did for Shredder
Your best is my worst, I'm only getting better
Had your b**h, on my dick before I even met her
You hating on me, only made her interested
You telegraph, when you pa**, so I intercepted
Except it, I'm that n***a that you wish you was
Like Foot Locker workers, everything offical cuz
The b**h you was, contradicts your G' today
Standing with real n***as, don't mean it wash your sins away
Maaf**az got the game twisted
Who you're riding with, don't mean your lane shifted
You're still the same s**a, that you been slime
I just call it how I see it, FaceTime
n***as history, tell you why they a b**h to me
I'm in they a** like edemas, cause n***as never sh** to me
If you ain't real, I don't expect you to feel me thou
But if you fake, I bet you wanna k** me thou
I purposely be sh**ting on you homie
At the dice game, I'm Goldie, to you Mr. Pretty Tony's
Your b**h chose me...
But can you really blame her
Shorty was wilding.. my dick's a b**h tamer