Ricky & Fonz lyrics

[Intro]
These are the real Soprano's
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse: Ricky Hyde]
6:37 every morning the phone ring
They always came with eighty, by seven at the latest
And who am I to sit there? I gotta feed the babies
Turn my daughters into ladies, they need back-to-back Mercedes
Get my son a couple V-bucks just to let him know that we up
Every day is like a G plus, you is average like a B+
I just spent a n*gga re-up, my two necklace is a Prius
Every shot is uncontested, better tell these n*ggas D up
They ask me how the top feel, and from my point of view
Mix my little bit of Limelight with 1942
All these bottles get my mind right, the b*tches love it too
When the sparkles hit your diamonds, they can't help but notice you
Looking what a year made me, fighting back the tears daily
I can never go broke again, it's been my only fear lately
Henny keep me real wavey, losing make me feel brazy
All the years I grinded, now a n*gga got a deal waiting
The struggle taught me real patience, trapping out the steel vacant
Just to keep my image up, y'all n*ggas ain't real as us
50,000 later and I say that 'cause it's definite
Ever since like 2017 ain't seen a deficit
Grants, Franklins, Jeffersons
My heart cold as the Netherlands
It's crazy 'cause this rap sh*t took me places that you never been
In Denver on the floor watching Joker and Jamal play
These n*ggas is all cap, I can do this all day
It's better when your money keep on coming in the wrong way
f*ck you, I exhausted all my efforts like a long day
If I can rewind time, I'm always going back to '72
And asking God to take one of these f*ck n*ggas instead of you
Heaven got a better view, it's so much that I never knew
[?] the answers, screaming "f*ck cancer, RIP momma"