Mafia lyrics

by

Troy Ave


[Intro]
Someone tried to take my life away
I understand
But me I will not let them
Of course not Godfather
If it hadn't been for the grace of God
Amen
Along with the courage, honor and dignity
That I have for myself and this family
I would not be here today
But since I am it's going to be hell to pay
Arrivederci
Dope boy Troy n*gga

[Hook]
BSB Mafia, I am Don T
Big plate of pasta
In the back is Don C
Pendejos tried to snake your bro
But I cut the grass low
So that now I can see
BSB Mafia, I am Don T
Big plate of pasta
In the back is Don C
Pendejos tried to snake your bro
But I cut the grass low
So that now I can see
[Verse 1]
f*ck n*ggas talking 'bout how it's all love
Nowadays my rebuttal is a shoulder shrug
I know what it is, I'm aware of what it was
Ain't a judge but I judge a man by what he does
When the pressure's on and it's getting intense
I'm already a shooter, are you good on defense?
All around players, only ones that make sense
f*ck up out my team, don't even want you on my bench
Sucker free, that is me, n*gga in every sense
It's clear to see who with me when I'm in the trench
n*ggas yelling loyalty but that ain't what they meant
They loyalty have legs I'm like damn where it went?
Dope Boy Troy n*gga

[Hook]
BSB Mafia, I am Don T
Big plate of pasta
In the back is Don C
Pendejos tried to snake your bro
But I cut the grass low
So that now I can see
BSB Mafia, I am Don T
Big plate of pasta
In the back is Don C
Pendejos tried to snake your bro
But I cut the grass low
So that now I can see
[Verse 2]
f*cked up in the game
Going through all this pain
Wondering why I ain't, hearing bout no pain
Coward ass, n*gga don't even try to come explain
You know who you are, I ain't gotta say your name
Mazerati pedal on my way to the next
Controversy kills but not more than success
Cristal sipping all them bottles was mine
I share with the crew I let everybody shine
Groupie n*ggas wanna hang call that n*gga Shane
He ain't call my phone cause I call that boy a lame
How are you a gangster when you rarely getting bling
But I'm a real boss I take the loss and the bling
They say I can't sell shows so I'm selling cocaine
While y'all weigh up the stone
I'ma dance in the rain
I am not a Prince, I'm a mo'f*ckin' King
Dope Boy, King Troy and this track is f*ckin' flames
Dope Boy Troy n*gga

[Hook]
BSB Mafia, I am Don T
Big plate of pasta
In the back is Don C
Pendejos tried to snake your bro
But I cut the grass low
So that now I can see
BSB Mafia, I am Don T
Big plate of pasta
In the back is Don C
Pendejos tried to snake your bro
But I cut the grass low
So that now I can see
[Outro/Interlude]
This the new sucker free BSB
I'm 0% for you if you ain't 100% for me
Disloyal ass n*ggas ran and left me fighting for my life
I was down to die for them n*ggas
They was ten feet behind me when sh*t popped off
Gon' talk about we left 'cause we ain't no what was doing on
n*gga you ain't come to find the f*ck out what was going on
n*ggas owe me more than that
I heard you out here pumping lies playing victim bout Troy Ave came home and Ave ain't thinking right, n*gga I'm thinking real
I sat in jail you n*ggas wasn't riding for me you was just riding with me. You's a coward and you gon' die broke n*gga
You ain't ever invest a coin into me n*gga, ever
It was always been my plans, it was always been my money
I just let you take the credit so you can shine
Glorified ass assistant man if I'm lying n*gga, do it again
You made Troy Ave right? Make another one
Cheap motherf*cker, I gave n*ggas monthly money I paid n*ggas every show I bought n*ggas shearlings and furs I bought n*ggas rolex watches
I put n*ggas on the radio, I put n*ggas in the game
I ain't have to do that, that ain't the norm
n*ggas owe me more than that then they leave me for dead
n*ggas owe me more than that then they look at Banks shot and bleeding on the floor and keep it moving that karma gon' be a motherf*cker
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