Permanent Ink

Now that's Mafia

Can't give a fuck about no bitch wantin' this money that I'm gettin' (uh-huh)
The streets gon' vouch when it come to me 'cause I'm the one they know that's lit (streets gon' vouch)
I build line up in the team, no, I ain't talkin' hustle, baby (yeah, I built that)
This shit all came off of the grind, ain't never cut no Alpo check

Half brick in a box of Lucky Charms, in the window with that Malcolm X (let's get it)
Starin' out the burglar bars, just tryna duck the alphabets (blocks)
For good, better, best, I'ma do you one even better, better yet
Yet and still (uh-huh), how a nigga gon' hate on you, you never met? (Tell me)

Like, call me blindside, got me winded, so I cherish every breath (run it up)
Know I'm too afraid to die, but I never been scared of death (never scared of death)
They tried to give me nine lives, right back like I never left
Look at that shit in hindsight, put it all in retrospect (aha)

Pops was an alcoholic, granny used to bang E (yeah)
Gotta keep your frenemies close, 'cause families spew the same evil (that's real)
More money, more static when this shit get problematic (more money, more problems)
Hard to break like old habits, tell 'em, "Catch me out in traffic", let's get it

It's Concreatures written in blood, permanent ink (uh-huh)
As far back as I can remember, I've been in the streets (one of the ones)
Movin' with murderers and killers, extendin' my reach (gang)
Bouncin' out with bro, slammin' doors on that tinted Capri (doo-doo-doo)

They say they gon' rob who? Is you kiddin' with me? (What?)
I bet he play with Blocks, he gon' get dropped by the end of the week (grrt)
Piece came from Johnny Dang, yeah, I spend with the chinks (bling)
Tennis chains, bust Cubanos, and infinity links, what else?

We got monion in abundance, on the hun tun, tryna run me a hundred up
Give a fuck about the hook, long as that money comin'
Blow strong as a quarter stick, donuts got us up and runnin'
Turn that PowerPoker up to a quarter brick of Wonder Woman

Fresh out the county with a thousand tabs
Two-point-two pounds of glass
Mommy, you wonder why your child so bad
Die for my chain and my pendant, it's self-explanatory

I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
A couple niggas probably feel like they could tell it better
Gargoyle Pelle with the Dezzy, I'm a ghetto legend
With perfect aim, 30 change a nigga's skin complexion

What you don't see is what you get, that's a hidden blessin'
Any nigga know what's up with Jack, they know I've been finessin'
Cool as fuck, but quick to shoot some shit up if I get aggressive
Plug text my phone, "Send the addy," sent him six addresses
Sure that it's all white meat turkey and don't forget the dressin'

It's Concreatures written in blood, permanent ink (uh-huh)
As far back as I can remember, I've been in the streets (one of the ones)
Movin' with murderers and killers, extendin' my reach (gang)
Bouncin' out with bro, slammin' doors on that tinted Capri (doo-doo-doo)

They say they gon' rob who? Is you kiddin' with me? (What?)
I bet he play with Blocks, he gon' get dropped by the end of the week (grrt)
Piece came from Johnny Dang, yeah, I spend with the chinks (bling)
Tennis chains, bust Cubanos, and infinity links, what else?