[Doppio: Callon B]
Came in the world with Diablo’s horns
Ain’t shed a tear when I was born
Look in my eyes, you can tell I’m worn
When my personalities torn
Take 'em to church
Make it a morgue, hide a body in the floor
They wanna keep on cutting me short
Now I'ma even the score, whole town I'ma scorch

[Diavolo: None Like Joshua]
Passing down to me the torch
Forget the past with memory distort
Golden Arrows hit a target for sport
Aim for the top, and the future I’m towards
I got the passion, no one surrounding me
With these assassins under my power tree
No capo, I am your majesty
Wannabe Gangstar? I move the galaxy with

[Pre-Chorus: Callon B & None Like Joshua]
Passione organization
I am the Godfather with the Made Men
One-way ticket, this crazy train left
Mental scarface made me insanest
Mob ties, so you know I am sanctioned
Two-faced and one got a fake grin
Walk up wrong, we might shape shift
Hold up dawg, I gotta take this
[Chorus: Callon B & None Like Joshua]
Oh, come pick up the call, this is fate to bring your fall
Oh, time to kill them all, that’s why y’all against the wall
Oh, come pick up the call, spread your ash like parmesan
Oh, I’m Italian, so we throwing hands to talk
Oh, come pick up the call 'fore I execute the squad
Oh, it’s too late to pause, in a blink, and now they’re gone
Oh, come pick up the call, only seconds left to draw
Oh, think I’m acting odd? Time to meet the Crimson God

[Doppio: Callon B]
Blurry past, but I been to hell and back
Mood swing fast, no, I can’t get a grasp
Voices inside of my head like a telepath
I stand bout ten steps ahead cause of Epitaph
Crystal ball visions like a Fortune Teller has just like that I might snap
Eyes roll back in my head and I laugh, mind out of wack, where was I at?
Yo, one body, two souls, mafia all I know, gotta live by the code
Boss life never fold, I ain't choose I was chose on site and case closed
I have repeatedly showed that I won't choke, even if there's razor blades in my throat
So loyal subordinate, Doppio

[Diavolo: None Like Joshua]
See him pulling out the metal, but I am the head chef
Cooking up something that’s special like Risotto in a blender
Slicing like a pizza till he bled to death
Yes, I am an artist, I erase any mistake
With blood for paint, you can ask Sorbet
'Cause he already knows that my art got to be framed
Don’t need to be put in a hall of fame
I’m at the top of the chain, so just call my agent and he’ll kill you
I’m a count to ten and bound to win
You clowns are dead, rip out organs
Look around, now your town is red, I’m out to get
My daughter aborted, where my clout depends
Then do as the Romans do
Build an empire, conquer your enemies and hold the truth
Better zip your lip like Bucciarati’s crew
Or I’ll body you like bada bing, bada boom
[Doppio: Callon B]
I’m the original, but I am not me
Stay out of reach of all of my colleagues
All of y'all copy, y'all are my offspring
One more road, I gotta cross to the swap meet
Dead weight on me like Buciaratti
Death on my shoulder, but it suit me oddly
Nobody out know how a boss thing
Keep on making moves even if you’ve shot me
Mind, body and soul have been swapped
Wait till I get ahold of my opps
Golden Arrow, I aim it and pop
Till my final breath I stay on my job
They gon know my name now before I am gone
First time I been alone in my thoughts
Voice in my head has finally stopped
I carry on and meet the Crimson God

[Diavolo: None Like Joshua]
Dawn of the Don, you’re approaching the future
Putting more holes in you than your six shooter
Tear up the past, so you’ll need a suture
Giorno, I’ll bet that your father was a loser
Shoulda pussed out like Fugo
And stayed on the Jersey shore cause you’re too slow
Got you growing old and cut up like Prosciutto
Tell me, are you starting to feel deja vu though?
Yo, I’m the man behind the hair curtain, come close, I’ll shut yours
You will die for certain, I’ll watch you die once more
Be a Goodfella now if you don’t want war
I’m wearing fishnets cause you’ll sleep on ocean floor
It’s a family problem, mind your own instead
You can’t afford to die, I got unlimited bread
My Stand puts you in the dirt of an olive garden bed
I’m the king, making Crimson flow 'till you’re dead
[Pre-Chorus: Callon B & None Like Joshua]
Passione organization
I am the Godfather with the Made Men
One-way ticket, this crazy train left
Mental scarface made me insanest
Mob ties, so you know I am sanctioned
Two-faced and one got a fake grin
Walk up wrong, we might shape shift
Hold up dawg, I gotta take this

[Chorus: Callon B & None Like Joshua]
Oh, come pick up the call, this is fate to bring your fall
Oh, time to kill them all, that’s why y’all against the wall
Oh, come pick up the call, spread your ash like parmesan
Oh, I’m Italian, so we throwing hands to talk
Oh, come pick up the call 'fore I execute the squad
Oh, it’s too late to pause, in a blink, and now they’re gone
Oh, come pick up the call, only seconds left to draw
Oh, think I’m acting odd? Time to meet the Crimson God