King Cris - Mafia

Woah, damn it there he go again
It's that boy rapping with his chain off
It got so hot it done melted off me
Like damn Cris, are you pissed off
Like duh
You should live a day in my skin
Still no cash but I put the work in
Praise God that I got a way to pay the bills
But the wait too long and they won't tap in
Meanwhile my back gone stay bending
Backwards as hell
We got rich niggas, no brains who stay flexing
No soul but they claim blessings
Like huh
You sure got nerve lil boy
Buckle up when I go skrrt lil boy
King Cris slaps on the track and I won't take it back
So this shit finna hurt, lil boy
Oh
Oh right
Y'all thought that I went commercial
No ma, this is not rehearsal
Can't make no peace with a man who's hurtful
On purpose
My purpose far beyond just rap that's why I do more than that
So when peace-time end I'm ready with the heat in black
And I hit them in the back with a gat like pow
And they love to see us break down, for what
No reparations, my pay cut
And they want niggas to stay stuck
Want to make it out my city, good luck
Cause no young buck's ever done like me
20K, but I never copped gold teeth
Cause they want that
I can't stand that so I bust back like pow
I think I just broke up out the matrix
Cause Off White's overrated I feel better in my Asics
Oh they mad, yeah I know
Shake the demons off of ya
They trying to jump us in the system
This shit is the mafia
I will never play pretend for you again
Took my time like it was yours
You will never be my friend
Oh they mad yeah I know
Shake the demons off of ya
They trying to jump us in the system
This shit is the mafia
I have decided that no one is finna get me what I'm trying to get
Niggas in the fast lane got back pain trying to carry other people's shit
But it is what it is
Ignorance is not bliss
I could flex on anybody anytime with a bare back wrist
All they want to see is my casket
Back them down, bang on them
Put it in the basket
Mask it up
Bag it up
Saddle up
She ride the stick
Better than the haters, sorry about it
But I can't quit
Know it's hard to see a young man black and good looking
Trying to stay in it
No face tats on this side cause I ain't finna sell out
No hoes, just one deep, I ride and die and that checks out
You can fact check me, been a prodigy before A L H
And the tunes hit, make them dance to it
I could win a Tony, get with Cathy Bates
In the basement trying to shift the tide
When I pop it's like an earthquake
Like bow
I'm gonna show them you need more than gimmicks
If you want to leave with a mark
Cause I want to show you I lead by example
I ain't doing shit in the dark
Today I decree that I'm finna be next and I'm bringing my family with me
You tell me we all sound the same but I am the future
You will not forget me
I think I just broke up out the matrix
Cause Off White's overrated I feel better in my Asics
Oh they mad, yeah I know
Shake the demons off of ya
They trying to jump us in the system
This shit is the mafia
I will never play pretend for you again
Took my time like it was yours
You will never be my friend
Oh they mad yeah I know
Shake the demons off of ya
They trying to jump us in the system
This shit is the mafia

Written by:
Cristopher Lewis

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