The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather

I'll blow your spot up money shift
Grind never stops, graveyard shift
Dipped out, Brady'd out, moving swift, use the stick
Off my rocka, off a chaka, no memory of how to shift
Can't worry about this money shit
Can't deal with your funny shit
So pass the joint this shit is lit, now pack the Illy and don't be silly
I know I'm not from Philly, but I'm still gonna pop a pilly and hit the Illy
Yo that's the gas (Hell yeah man, smoking the za za)
Nine twenty-seven is where I laid and got paid cause that's were the moneys made
Use to rock the fade, he's cooking in thе lab
Never mind, he's just taking a dab (Just a dab)
I puff thе pax and hit the wax we got no bullshit just the packs
I'm at work writing tracks, oh shit, here's a custy I'll be right back (Be right back)
Party Pete brought the hoes
Now off to Apeman and the Crowes

The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather
See him slowly coming down the stairs
Wearing baggy shorts, his music blares
He's a presence, people stare but he don't care
On all fours he's like a bear, standing hair
Outcome the claws, drink them all, people are scared
On the table he sees the bong, smoke
Keeps him stable, but not for long, the giants woke
He's putting staples in the song, chock
Hold my papers, he's coming on, the mic is broke
All dark and quiet when he enters in the room
He's leaves his mark like a lion, with the critics he consumes
In his white Honda civic
Swerving through the streets like it's nobody's business
Man is reckless, always wearing a hoodie and a neckless
King of nine twenty-seven
Godfather is a legend
He roams his territory with the bong as a weapon
When he's got you in his vision
He will smoke the competition
THC's his composition

The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather
Lurking in the night, the godfather's like a ghost
Scaring all the haters when he burns them with his roach
It's a joint effort, the way he points at the nectar collector
One finger towards the lighter the other towards his torch
Blazing fire, raging higher, the fathers in desire
While The Ape eats Oscar Myers
With Mike Myers as he dies in the fire
Tangled up in wires, with the rig on the side
He loads it up and takes a shot of whiskey and rye
Passively aggressive he is up on the bed
Massively impressive as he packing the med
A god to the normal man a father to the best
A nod to his master plan why bother when you're dead?