Yeah, you see this shit sound perfect right here

Keep them bitch ass niggas from ′round me

Y'all niggas talkin′ like y'all wasReally like that before y'all got a lil′ money

Y′all niggas forgot who I was, huh?

These are the real Sopranos

Yo, uh

187 with Griselda wrote in Arabic

Murder, I'm aware of it ′cause I'm who takin′ care of it

Your lil' bitch said she won′t fuck me 'cause I'm arrogant

My plug used to let me hold them babies like a surrogate

I had them dope boys payin′ deposits to get they hands on product

Violence the only way you answer violence

I might pop up in the random projects

With powder like a can of comet, two or three runners and a Pyrex

We supervillains to the music business

I′m gettin' too specific with what I

Do in kitchens, my shit too offensive

I make coke rap sound like a new invention

Cut an envelope of money open usin′ scissors

What's worse than a fed case? Goin′ to trial broke

Against a prosecutor that washed more niggas than Dial soap

A brick of yay and a genie, that's what it takes just to be me

′Cause I'm too bougie for broke bitches and too gangster for TV

After the RICO, the cash came fast illegal

Y'all cover y′all battered egos in jewelry and Valentino

As for me though, I live by actual street code

I turn quarters to half a kilos to get my links froze

Yeah, probably got a bitch on every block in your hood

So I can still make a play and never stop in your hood

Bought some new Glocks, so I′m good, pounds stocky as Suge

Smokin' Gary Payton just like the ′96 Bulls

Hold up, rappers pray to God that them disses get to me

I won't get with them pussies until they make it interestin′ to me

Uh huh, you give your man hope when you give that man dope

Feed your family, that's mandatory when your man broke

We was in them vans low, told my trigger man, "Go"

Now I make kilogram dough off an Instagram post, nigga

Fuck y′all niggas talkin' about?

The Butcher comin', nigga

Ah

I′m on a three-year run

Cleanin′ everything up

Huh

I ain't even signed a deal yet, nigga, I got a label deal, nigga

Fuck y′all niggas talkin' about?

I made all my niggas bosses

I made all my niggas capos, nigga

Ask about us, nigga

Ask the FBI about us

Free the gang too, nigga

We really like that

Y′all niggas be talkin' that crazy shit on these songs

Like y′all really been that, like y'all really did this

Hahahaha

Where y'all goin′ with this shit, nigga

Black Soprano Family, huh

Yeah

Ask niggas on the east side about the Black Sopranos, nigga

This shit for real

Y′all niggas tryna keep up with us

All my niggas got BSF pieces, pussy

Y'all niggas tryna keep up with us

I pull up in my city, jump out in any projects

That′s real shit

They fuck with me, and I fuck with them, nigga

You ain't like that

You ain′t like that, nigga, quit playin' with me

Ah

Ayo, Daringer

Ayy, since Tana Talk 3, nigga

Ayy, since Tana Talk 3, nigga

Hahahaha

Ah