Verse 1: Donn Corleone

Donn

Corleone

This is New York City, man the home of the grimy (home of the grimy)

Your best friend probably do you out slimey

Vibing off the drugs like we Whitney and Bobby (Whitney and Bobby)

Is she down for the body?

Man probably (yeah, I don’t know)

Demons creeping slowly and they ain't speaking quietly

Head on 360 and I see ‘em right behind me (see ‘em right behind me)

Before he jumps ship

We gon’ probably throw him overboard

Till he swim into piranha hoards (for real)

You could reach for thе stars, in your dreams

Then wake up dеpressed cause you know it’s make believe (know it’s make believe)

In my world of folklores and fairytales

Red Riding Hood's a coke head with a bow and arrow

Hansel and Gretel just got use to slanging metal (uh huh)

Big bad wolves but we broke the brick house (for real)

Piggies outside ,while we try and sneak the bricks out (try to sneak it)

Yes I'm sick, I see the beauty in the beast

Blood turn to wine, man that shit sounds make believe

If you break down, let’s makeup like Maybelline

Let's take a trip to a Montauk to go and see the strangest things

You gon’ fall and stumble but remain a ki-

Break:

“There is no nobility in poverty

I’ve been a rich man, and I’ve been a poor man

And I choose rich every fucking time

Cause at least as a rich man, when I have to face my problems

I show up in the back of a limo

Wearing a $2000 suit and $40,000 gold fuckin’ watch!”

Verse 2: TRIANDRO

Stumble when I walk but I never stumble words

I'll be heard, I duck but i ain't ever fumble birds

Trigod never knock off, full of vodka, better back off

I'm just cuffing the table of cards

Can't touch my craft, the game damn Withered

Eating reese's pieces With a spoon i'm living

Like i'm telling all big little lies

Bow with a bow you'da sweared I cut ties

Hall of fame, all enslaved with a fucking spotlight

That hatchet in my hand ain't never gonna be off by

Inches, I have all my interest

Money maketh man, but money hating the niggas

Hear about the plans they got, they 'know the with it'

But all they institutions are built upon a pigment

Crackers

Outro:

“Fight boys, duke it out

Hit him, hit him”

“Get the fuck off me!”

“Now, if anyone here thinks I’m superficial or materialistic

Go get a job at fucking McDonald’s

Cause that’s where you fucking belong!”