Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Sopranos, artist - Sy Ari Da Kid. Date of issue: 23.06.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Sopranos |
| 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 |
| One |