My chain, my watch are white and rose gold
Everything is sweet, like a candy or a bullet to see
I didn't come from the countryside
I'll avenge those who avenged me just to fuck you
If you don't believe it, just pay to see
If you want a show, just pay to see
Once they tried to deceive me
To see my body on TV news

I have mafia connections
No one will ever slow me down
Special conditions
Cannot be compared, we are not the same
Fiction on TV
To kill or to die
That's the question, that's the question

Had to stash the whole milli in the ceiling
Need a visa for a bitch in Brazilly (bitch)
Mob boss, my wrist is like two-fifty
Might fly to Brazil and pull out the Bentley
Show love to the kids, I'm passin' money
Hundreds, fifties, make it rain twenties
Overseas bitch saying, "make it rain on me" (overseas)
I was in the trap 'fore I had a chain on me

Watch out for life, bro (bro, yeah)
Death is already guaranteed, bro (bro, yeah)
Be careful where you step, bro (bro)
It might be a trap, bro (bro)
Three in the morning with the Mac in the crotch
I only leave when it's daytime, bro (ye-wo-yeah)
Like my grandma used to say, bro
What's the point of having a life if you're not gonna live it?

Put lemon on the wound
Bad things become news
No room for anyone to slip up
So things won't become even more serious

I have mafia connections
No one will ever slow me down
Special conditions
Cannot be compared, we are not the same
Fiction on TV
To kill or to die, yeah
That's the question, that's the question (mob ties, mob ties)

Just for a rack, my niggas they gettin' you whacked (mob ties, mob ties)
I feel like Al Capone, Big Meech
Real so they give me love in the streets (in the streets)
Love the way that she feel (she feel)
Took her home from Brazil (home from Brazil)
Mayweather, it's hittin' like a pro boxer
Kicked her out the crib like I play soccer (soccer)
Freaky lil' bih like to play doctor
Mama walked in my room, seen a real choppa
We got big guns like the mafia (mafia)
When you're getting to the money, ain't no stoppin' you (stoppin' you)
They call me The Kid like a toddler (toddler)
Bullet proof car like a mobster (mobster)

I have mafia connections
No one will ever slow me down
Special conditions
Cannot be compared, we are not the same
Fiction on TV
To kill or to die, yeah
That's the question, that's the question

Watch out for life, bro
Be careful where you step, bro
It might be a trap, bro
Three in the morning with the Mac in the crotch
I only leave when it's daytime, bro
Like my grandma used to say, bro

It's mafia connections
No one will ever slow me down
Special conditions
Cannot be compared, we are not the same
Fiction on TV
To kill or to die, yeah
That's the question, that's the question

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