Lulu

Baby, you awake?
Yeah, I'm up
Oh, fuck
Next message
I'ma go back to sleep
Yo, Henry
I spoke to Trevor and he told me he talked to Joe
about the potential loan you wanted to ask about
Trevor said you could swing by the restaurant tomorrow at 9 p.m.
Alright?
Hm...
Give me a call
That's good news...
See I looked up to you since I was a little kid
You ran the neighborhood with love, I imitated every bit
I used to do your gestures, thought I was sick
Had my friends going nuts, they called me the Torretti kid
Funny, how my dad always told me to stay away
But I was so mesmerized by the cars clothes and the late nights
I used to hear you from my window straight
Sharing information, deals, stickups and pray
Wore my baseball cap for the team you're rooted for
Cause one day I either played ball or worked for your core
I remember one incident, you shot a man over money, lord
I stayed up late praying, hoping to keep you in store
See you in my idol, since the age of five
Kids looked up to sports figures, me?
Gangsters who ride
I knew early where I wanted to be and on which side
We talking fish scale money, Lulu, you stayed fly

Come on Mike, answer the damn phone
Answer the damn phone
Fuck...
I'm sorry but the person (God damn it Mike) you
called is the voice-mailbox that has not been set up yet
You have people on the block, respect you out of fear
They ask you for money in return for favors and seer
You built a community on loyalty and staying near
You never bullshit, you come across serious and real
Even the old folk talk about you in good spirit
By their fruit-stand, how they love you, you the dearest
But they also know a dark side, the clearest
They've seen you do shit in front of their porch, the nearest
But they never snitch, nor talk to police
Every investigation, they cover up the crease
And not say a word, or call you a thief
More that you a carrying man, standing firm like a reef
And you may have a lot of blood on your hands
Shit, probably more of what they could scan
You do whatever it takes to protect the brand
The Torretti Family, money in rubber bands
There we go...
Just pop this, quick
See what's on the telly today...
Naah
Nope
Oh, what's this?