Mafia Music

Niggas just don't understand the story Still out in this motherfuckin' project Yeah Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here Ay, turn the-turn the mic up for me, though, one time Turn that shit up, yeah Niggas just don't understand Yeah Madlib fuckin' crazy bro I'm doing a whole, we did this whole album in a fuckin' night, dawg That's what's crazy Whole album in a night, bruh Egon as telling me how Egon was telling me the real story about how, uh He had dropped off these CD's to Kanye's engineer I don't even know if we can say that When Kanye tweeted that shit he was like "Yo, Madlib just dropped off a bunch of CD's and the beats" It was fuckin', Egon bro, that's the man behind the MadGic right there Yo, f*ck the- Y'all thought I was gon' rap, right? Nah, when you fuckin' with Madlib you gotta f*ck him up They think you comin' in Ayo, check it, I been on the- Edit right here F*ck the bullshit, we out here getting money and more shit I used to steal from Target and sold at GameStop Leave you like Leo in Departed, you better fuckin' stop Mafia music, I live the life, I don't choose it No I could never abuse it It chose me, I don't refuse it Retired but I'm rapping every day, I can't lose it Man, I love when my wife f*ck slow After a night of Tequila and some Nobu cut roll, uh-oh You know the boy too cut-throat I'm high on life, f*ck though But I might sip a Scotch while the haters get hot F*ck you, kick rocks like Still out in this motherfuckin' project Yeah, smoke it if you got it (Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Uh Pull up in a whip, feeling good, finally out the hood Finally getting money like a real one should I'ma take a sip, get a little lit Back in a bit, meditate, I think I should No we ain't friends, got me on ten Picking up the pen, got a homie doing life in the pen Run it back, run it right back like a running back I remember running with the heater in the backpack One time coming for the boy, sitting and avoid Never had a family to fill this void Lay it on the page just to gage how I feel I'm the best on my field, if I said it it's real Never had shit, never got shit Never had cable, I couldn't never watch shit Now we on top bitch, put it on God bitch Your shit garbage, better pay homage Still out in this motherfuckin' project (Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Yo, uh Ayo, alright Niggas just don't understand Uh, Jonah Hill just interrupted me at dinner To tell me he was a really big fan, goddamn Yo, tell me what is my life, fam? He started rapping my shit, I started clapping and shit Legacy records, we coming straight back to this bitch, uh Guess you can say I got the money ball They say when it rains, it pours Look at this money fall, yeah New York City on a Tuesday I'm the reincarnated Sinatra, f*ck what you say Ayo, my C-notes run long like Luciano Pavarotti Once you on my level, everybody claim Illuminati Experience the D and she go out of body Good girl but love to get naughty probably Yeah, fifty M's, I got fifty M's But lowkey I remember when Couldn't afford bus money to chill with my friends I used to rock the low top, now it's high-end Ellen DeGeneres is my friend, ha Might pull a muscle from all this flexing Me and J.J. Abrams just got finished texting Yo, ayo, before I hit the session, life is such a blessing Sonnin' these rappers like a father in confession Shorty say, "Go deep" like Hail Mary Step in the booth and I ain't messing Grip the mic, I'm the rudest Run up on me, watch me whip out the piece like a Buddhist, woo Keep it rockin'