The Sopranos - Sy Ari Da Kid

You’re a real sick fuck, you know that?

Benny boy, how’s your family?

Ah, not bad, boy

You know, we had to move my father to another old folks home

Hey, I got my own fuckin' problems

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, this motherfucker point like a pen

If you ain’t independent, like if you signed to a label, I don’t even wan' work

with you, all that

Gotta get approval and shit for you to release some shit and

Gotta ask this nigga if you can drop and all this

Gotta get permission and shit

Boss up

Yeah, you niggas can’t high-post and you know who seein' ya

How can you be antisocial on social media?

So remedial, drilled to the core, real as before

Too many cousins in your bed, you had to chill on the floor

Imagine tellin' older niggas on the court

Don’t do that to lil' homie, fam, give him his ball

If your mama gave you a dollar, you could buy a whole meal from the store

Canned soda and chips, a pan on the stove with the fish

Let it land over the grits

He think he rich 'cause he know his mans owe him a brick

Go on a trip where the Crips and Bloods can co-exist

Let’s go to Saint-Tropez, it’s cold as a bitch

This the Atlanta Braves throwin' a pitch

I lost three uncles in three years, let’s be clear

I walk these jungles beneath fear, and we here

I thought they’d be humble, but he weird

Still don’t give a fuck what you say

I’m cuttin' up your toupée

Wish my nigga O went rap before he said «What's up?» to Lupe

Brown-colored new bae lookin' like a cup of D’USSÉ

I handled the work, embezzled my hand in the dirt

Been missin' they kid, I was hearin' them AMBER Alerts

Understandin' what hurts is pain-driven

All them days I was stuck in the rain that came with it

Can’t complain, it’ll drive you insane, we made different

In this game, gotta drive through the lane like Blake Griffin

Different game, same system

I’d be lyin' if I told you that I was that same nigga

You’d be lyin' if you told me that you was a made nigga

You still tryna convince these crackers we ain’t niggas?

You still tryna convince these rappers your chain bigger?

It’s that feeling when Michael and Quincy just made Thriller

Martin told Coretta he wants whatever that came with her

A killer, this that 2022 J Dilla

Energy already good, I don’t need no sage, nigga

I ain’t your barber, still could catch your fade, nigga

Modern day grave diggers

I’m a self-made nigga, I literally made millions

Stop playin' in my building, nigga, stay up out your feelings, nigga

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