[Verse]
My favourite was Sonny Corleone, I fast-forward
The scene where he stopped at the toll booth, because I’d
Rather pretend he lived on
But a rival family sent him home, his baby brother had to
Claim the thrown, from then it was on
Sonny was too hot-headed, his Pops said it
He didn’t want that life for Micheal
But, there goes the cycle, and it’s the same
In real life too, you can die from not having a high
Street IQ, watch what you do, know where you at
Have eyes on your back, protect your neck, watch your step
Never lack, these n***as setting traps, it’s hella wack
A million cash, two-dollar whores will fuck that up in a flash
Me and my bro shooting dice in my warehouse
Between my Porsche and My Jag’
Smoking hella good
But can still remember the times when it was
Hella bad, ah yeh


[Reprise]
(We gon’ keep the E in it, Chevies on switches)
(Bitch, we smoking weed in it, don’t post me in your pictures)
(If you can keep a secret we can always)
(Rule number one don’t talk)
(I figure that’s one I ain’t gotta say)
(La-da-da-da, La-da-da, La-da-da)
(Stop)
Am i responsible for what happens when they leave me?