Suits - Fitness

歌詞

Young aggressor, born into the life of crime I would walk down the streets strapped with two nines Bitch smacking, jacking niggas, G dub stacking figures Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers Jay3 De Lucas put me with the fam to grow I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow I had hoes, bankrolls and minks by the dozen My rides the [?] quick, they just wasn't Trying to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan I blacked out on them and started my own clan Black Gambino, black suits, black Syndicate My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate The coke was brought in from by bad Columbian mules Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy Crime fam against fam and no one could do diddely Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the green, nigga, I feed nose hoes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules Fuck the lord of fam, it's the lord of land You don't like how I move then try to force my hand I'm moving keys, them [?] couldn't touch my pianos Putting pressure on them Gambinis and [?] They love my money, they hate to see a nigga getting it Selling drugs is taboo, but I ain't fucking sweating it The dirt gotta get done so I took my position One day I'm just [?] with a lot of ambition Next I got status, dinners with all courses Flights in and out of the country, they getting nauseous Money, power, respect; rise of the black suits Talk shit behind my back, but to my face salute Hugs and handshakes, they can't stop my reign Got the coconut, pilots bringing shit on their plane It's a shame, they ain't have the balls to make moves They pussies, couldn't walk a mile in my shoes Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the green, nigga, I feed nose hoes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules