[Verse 1: Styles P]
Heard if you jerk off too much you probably go blind nigga
It's probably why I don't see you niggas
Tan Tims, construct joints
Caught 'em up at Hunts Point
Starting speaking Mandarin, fly when he scrambling
Always caught gambling, big bricks he handling
Started talking about all the coke and the heron
I pulled into Exxon, put my bitch Deb on
Course she caught the weapon, the female you slept on
And I don't trust homes as far as I can throw him though
Laughing and I'm joking but I'm acting like I know him though
He bust a key open and sniffed an eighth in front of me
I ain't give a fuck as long as he didn't try to fron on me
Goose bumps flowing from the alcohol consumption
We on the block working still pumping open junction
Frequently I met with his crew shit secretly
Plottin' 'cause they hate him
It's cool if they eat with me
Plus they heard about my style
They don't want beef with me

[Hook: Styles P]
Mafioso so they know I got the heat with me
Mafioso so they know I got the street with me
Mob niggas eat with me, pretty bitches sleep with me
Rough life but steet dons living easily
Mafioso so nigga you supposed to pay
Mafioso so nigga we supposed to spray
You ain't got money, see us, you can hold some yay
But you can never sleep
Nigga it's forever beef
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