Soprano

Soprano, soprano, you know that I got those I was chillen' at home with the vatos In the 'Ville trynna work on my shot, 2 12's in the back and you know that shit gone slap Soprano, soprano, you know that I got those I was chillen' at home with the vatos In the 'Ville trynna work on my shot, 2 12's in the back and you know that shit gone slap Yeah I can tell that you ain't got none (Say what?!) That you ain't got one's, you ain't got funds, big brain can't think like one (Ay) Mesmerized, but you're still on stunned (Ay) Ass fat, got me feeling so feliz (Yee) Pockets fat, yeah they're fatter than my niece (Ay) I just hope they don't put me on a tee (Ay) And if they did, then you know I'm still on breathe Cuz it'd be on merch (Yup), look at all this work (Yup), look at all the time that I been in the dirt (Yup) Mothafuckas' put me down call that shit Earth Be the same ones to tell me "Boi, know your fucking worth" I ain't with that (Ay), quit that chit-chat (Ay) F*ck that nonsense man, where's your list at? I got a tia that won't even have a sitback We can kick it, but you gotta get your Lyft back And I ain't stoppin' (Ay) What's the problem? (Ay) I got a couple people waiting on my album We took notice so you know what's the outcome I gotta lead these people like I am Malcom (X) Soprano, soprano, you know that I got those I was chillen' at home with the vatos In the 'Ville trynna work on my shot, 2 12's in the back and you know that shit gone slap Soprano, soprano, you know that I got those I was chillen' at home with the vatos In the 'Ville trynna work on my shot, 2 12's in the back and you know that shit gone slap This a celebration (Ay) For all the elevation (Ay) For all the time that it took, yeah the dedication (Yee) And I ain't in a hurry, I ain't gotta worry, people trynna catch me like I'm Kyler Murray (Ay) Yeah it's been 4 years, I oughta get better Told myself, "you gotta get yourself out the gutter" All my shit smooth I've been feeling' like butter Put this on myself and I put this on my mother My brothas, different colors, different come-ups Different situations, but it's all the same love North Fair Oaks, yeah they call that shit the mud Don't give a f*ck if you think you're above (Hey!) Set my appraise, my angels block everything out of my way I got lovers on my side, but that they gotta wait Yeah that bitch bad, but that shit ain't got a brain