Black Soprano Family Ricky & Fonz
[Intro]
These are the real Soprano's
(Gangsta Grillz)
[Verse: Ricky 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
[?] 1942
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 f..ck niggas instead of you
Heaven got a better view, it's so much that I never knew
[?] the answers, screaming "Fuck cancer, RIP momma"
