Nico Mafia - SYMBOL

Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give your ass another rash
Nurse in the mafia, bitch I am above the rats

Baby I'm a raccoon chillin up in Cancun
Gotta top the damn fakes before they do dance soon
Then I go impress myself with other kinds of damn tunes
Diss my friends with your mouth, Imma man the harpoons

Oh, shit, you know how it is
I'm a crazy motherfucker takin' no shit
Make them jokes about me but what's serious
Is the fact you need to leave alone those kids

Otherwise you need to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do deserve a diss

I do want my money back but here's a little tip
Fix your lies and hairlines before people send you clips
Two types of shots from cops, you get the pic
You deserve the bars or coffin either way you'll RIP

Gotta love how fake smiles last a long ride
Yet y'all fake it longer all thanks to your pride
Lie about how much you like me yet you think I lied
Only trust a finger digit and stick to their side

Burn the bitches bridges just like Corner Pub fries
Vital to the rivals cause they love to see my tide
Tired of the bullshit, you see it in my eyes
Steps to giving no fucks, you know I'm your guide (steps to giving no fucks, you know I'm your guide)

I'm a hidden gem like crawl space but I don't hide
I am Nico Mafia, young cracker has died
Getting hate when trying hard, fuck it what's the point
Some assholes are just too busy with feet or joints

Limiting my energy with those who truly care
Only truth I wear and I spit goin' through the flare
Glare at the program pushing people's paranoia
Try to be the powerhouse and see people avoid ya

Or they think of fisher price and toy up as my chemist
Y'all start with bullshit? That's how Imma finish
With the wrist watch drip mood everything is lavender
Big clocks skip gloom content is my character

CBD tint skin slay night dragon pause
See these bees get in sleigh no Santa Clause
Spend 300 million, golden up the house
Sell for half a billion, know what Nash about

All it took was wifey smiling it stopped global warming
Grill no foreman, formin' choke warnings
He just talkin' Sims 4, ask how big these rims for
Whatchu know 'bout yesterday, motherfucker I ain't been born

Nico from the future, just discovered Hendryx
Claim he's getting started, tarnish all the big tricks
Thumbs up with a fist bump, never broken his hand
Token man toughest acts, never tokin' them grams

Eating on a cash cow, beef seekers ask how
Pull up in that Altima the civilized kachow wow
Let's get to the basics, plug is round no anal sex
Music smackin' like the hand that you're about to face up next

I'm about as crazy as a vegan asking "got milk?"
Virtual reality, sleep up on the cot silk
Grew to be a specialist, science is my mafia
That's just how it all works, diamond ring to Claudia

Rose to fame, poppy dust, Red Octobers dropping up
Half cracker half cracking, jokes and age are stopping us
Crackers with some guacamole, half the hardies fried or phonies
Chew you out like bad bologna, don't you dare impress the homies

You don't have a fearing face, just stick with your weird brain
Need a song that takes me back to Sailor Moon S tier gang
Beige recliner stead, pillow on my head
Sony speakers and receiver hook up to the rest

Wattage box is nice, for apartment vibes
Joker DVD, bumping The Dark Knight
LG 60 size, burger with some fries
Uber Eats is nice, tip one hundred dimes
Knock on door it's time to think you will die
Isolate your life, ring stuff sends a chime
Poppalopadrop, lock it down and drop
Crawling on the floor, make the madness stop

I ask the spirituals "What the fuck is going on?
And for the love of God, has a demon spawned?"
The children of the corn are here and now my life is gone
Little did I know it's just a box from Amazon

Ah god damn, I cannot believe it
Stupid little motherfucker now I'm torn to pieces
At least I am all alone so no one can receive it
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'

Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh, racing not a drag one
I forgot to take my pills, now we know why that's dumb

Seeing people laugh at these bars is like a pesticide
Considering what bugs me is everything that is next to die
Wouldn't let my plug talk, express Ali's grind
Open up the gates to DH, they won't be kind

Just make up your damn mind, clowner or a downer
Debbie and Krusty, besties vibe around your
Mental state, pencil brain, drawing to conclusions
Angry at all pages, rages and delusions

Stage stop, 4th wall, never gave two craps
Two scenarios scary though staring up at new raps
Whatchu tryna care for? Take a pic or stare more!
Think I'm gonna do both, 'cause I like that dare of yours

Sorry Mama I was too busy in the car rappin' hits
Surprise to the world I'mma call myself an accident
Hot damn! What a chance that I could even talk heat?
Now this youngin' can't relax, even with massage seats

Spirits all around me, through the Lane of Sounds geez
Engine way too loud beep, hear around the town creep
Actin' like I'm better when I feel worse better get a smack
Time to help the people outta here don't need to hit the cracks

Swimmin' in money and grabbin' at edges and shakin' up willingly chicken is headless yet
Slappin' the make up on downin' the Grey Poupon
Smackin' and packin' up everything comin' on

Slammin' the times, part of the plan, send me to heaven won't see all my friends
Somethin' is up, it ain't the man, slip in reality fate is the end
Tell me how that even works? Pressure hits I'm gonna burst
Feeling like I made the worst, count away 1234

Tell me, will I make it out? cannot, try to scream or shout
'Nother hit I'm gonna pow, count away 1-2-3 now
Poppin' open gallon bottle, promise it's a bunch of water
Reason why my leg'll wobble, because immune system hotter

Going to blow, really don't know, I cannot worry while others on blow
Focus on show, get the red nose, Sneeze on the critics can't take it no mo'-mo'-mo'-mo'

Really I'm just wrackin' up Hackman packin' at jackin' bars
Feelin' like a rat that is askin' cracker for smacker farms
Don't know what that means, go show the mad teen
What's in his crammed brain swirling like a hurricane

Spreading like a virus that is viral in the 80s
Higher than 100 degrees Arizona, baby
Act a little Abstract send the heat West to the Kevin's
But I'll never take an L and if it's there I ain't acceptin'

Actin' way too reckless, ask me how my neck is
Feelin' sore and green, gat to stop the restless
Cannot be happy forever if one joy ain't stoppin'
Find some time to look at water see what's overtoppin'
I am that I am and this here's my verse
Safe space when you cry but hear I'm worse
This winner now rules the world when those tears might burst
In my car, taking more rights than what fear fights for

Empty terracotta but the show must go on
Poet's ink incarcerates so ya host just flows off
Aligned anxiety lines lyin' with self deprecation
As if any day that the nation would turn up the station

Face it, art cannot reject itself
Make this, don't let them touch it, hot as hell
Nobody's angelic, I just lost the lucky number
For heavens sake, those jokes were meant for the slumber

I've been blessed with a curse but cursed with a blessing
Start my art with jokes while the rest of the best sing
Look at the clown and laugh but my laugh's the next thing
I'm a trend setter, settle with me when my check swings

With the type of intro that'll make you drop your wine, spill
The type of elegance that smells like Tobacco Vanille
With the type of energy to turn the rap game Loveless
Cafe heart of Cashville

Real ice on the teeth, call that shit frostbite
Baggy ass shirt hopin they don't draw the chalk right
Our city's construction plan is no planet to fuck with
Rot in piss to outsiders comin in to talk shit

Constipation nation station racin' shit to clog a feed
Uptown dropped down pull up in the flogging cleats
Real cats hate pussies sayin fishy shit each day
Hunt the fucker down for ratting up, snitch fillet

More than cutting ties to your contract string attachment
Try to get a quick buck then ya get a swingin hatchet
I stay away and just comment on the lame shit
You can't fit in that life if you ain't fit

Talkin' track to make a track go bangin' back through places packed
Take her back to break her back or she face yours, your face is sat
But other days I waste away and may just claim my brain is wack
And write the brightest lines of life that stay so shaded faced in rap

Fill in the lines, say what's next, go ahead, place ya bets
Spray a tec, sprained my neck, may just bet I laced a vet
I got love for doc's, Martin don't love animals
Gonna go gorilla mode when fucked with by the criminals

Off the brim, off the record, my hat doesn't match the sweater
Socks more bi polar than these clauses left for-never
Not a single shade works together 'xcept the drip I sail
Work with corps 'cross globes, I don't drip, I hail

Ice matched the new teeth, veneers feared no rations
Ratio to the flailing foes, pailing goes to paid fellatio
No more ego fashion, flashin lights at fascist factions
BPD broke police departments, nothing new with making dough

Stay with O's, they're x'in out, Ps and Qs can't keep the peace
Cross on Tee's, the eyes dotted, spot your biz and peep your weeps
Devils leave, angels stay, for real in hell we all create
Mind yourself when praising stars, son of god and god hate 'hate'

Commit four felonies like a normal rapper jit
Done it for Melanie, I'm the Mad Hatter, bitch
I'm sippin on some water then I spill some on your jacket
Pour it straight up on the ground, youre as dead as your fashion

Music leader in the box, I'm prez with my rappin'
Monkey wrench leader crazy, yes, you be ratchet
I made a diss appointment for all the disappointments
First, spitball bout synesthesia verbal ointments

It's kill bill time, for real Ill rhymes
Just still feel nice, and will drill my
Toxic bitchin competition talkin shit with
All these frickin freestyle feelin foggy writtens

You are what you eat, you frogs ain't fly
But you're going straight to Hell when you talk a lie
Lost my heart's thimble, shouts out Kimmel's keep it simple
I'm pushing pop like pimples, haunt rap no dimple

I eat rappers like timbale yet you're fimble with a bimble
Hope diamond's worth, I am hip hop's symbol

Written by:
Ryan Crider

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