[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yo, this your boy DJ Paul, KOM
Man, what the fuck's up with these niggas, man?
Since when is it cool to be a bitch ass nigga, huh?
What happened to all the real niggas?
Niggas that would pull up and blast your motherfuckin' ass by the parking meter
Not put you on blast on social media
How the fuck is beatin' pussy the old days
And bein' a pussy is the new wave?
It was easier to find Bin Laden in a motherfuckin' cave across seas
Than to find a real nigga on your own motherfuckin' street
'Cause they lockin' em all up and throwin' away the key
"Leave out the ones that's safe, the ones that'll tell us," they say
"Not the ones that's rebellious," they said
"Hide them motherfuckers"
I say fuck all these motherfuckin' fuck ass, sucka ass, fake ass
Motherfuckin' bitch niggas out here
Mafia
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
I got a queen by my side, bitch, I don't need a side chick
Fuck you and your fake ass, fuck you and your fake tits
Who give a fuck if I'm rich? I don't need autotune
Boy, don't play with my pitch
Boy, don't fuck with my drip
This the shit that they missed, I'm out here signin' like Flint
This as real as it get, I want my kids to be great
I don't want my kids to be straight, I want my kids to own things
I don't want my kids to own rings, I want my kids to own teams
I don't want my kids to be blind, I don't want my kids to get signed
I want my kids to go grind, and find what they lack inside
Then be surrounded by like minds, look
Niggas prob'ly like, "that's too deep", but that's the burden
When you're wise enough to move sheep
You can manifest a dream, but you're too sleep
Everybody see the problem, only few speak
All of you niggas is corny, still ain't find your swag and you up in your 40s, be wifin' a stripper that's fuckin' the homies
And duckin' outta takin' care of your shorty, clown
It's like somehow the real niggas and lame niggas just switched positions, I just don't get it
But I will never conform so if you don't fuck with me
Don't make me no difference
I will not make music that send you to prison
Or have you strung out, I see the bigger picture
This world is scarin' me, real is a rarity, sellin' your soul
For a lil' popularity, ugh
Yo, this your boy DJ Paul, KOM
Man, what the fuck's up with these niggas, man?
Since when is it cool to be a bitch ass nigga, huh?
What happened to all the real niggas?
Niggas that would pull up and blast your motherfuckin' ass by the parking meter
Not put you on blast on social media
How the fuck is beatin' pussy the old days
And bein' a pussy is the new wave?
It was easier to find Bin Laden in a motherfuckin' cave across seas
Than to find a real nigga on your own motherfuckin' street
'Cause they lockin' em all up and throwin' away the key
"Leave out the ones that's safe, the ones that'll tell us," they say
"Not the ones that's rebellious," they said
"Hide them motherfuckers"
I say fuck all these motherfuckin' fuck ass, sucka ass, fake ass
Motherfuckin' bitch niggas out here
Mafia
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
I got a queen by my side, bitch, I don't need a side chick
Fuck you and your fake ass, fuck you and your fake tits
Who give a fuck if I'm rich? I don't need autotune
Boy, don't play with my pitch
Boy, don't fuck with my drip
This the shit that they missed, I'm out here signin' like Flint
This as real as it get, I want my kids to be great
I don't want my kids to be straight, I want my kids to own things
I don't want my kids to own rings, I want my kids to own teams
I don't want my kids to be blind, I don't want my kids to get signed
I want my kids to go grind, and find what they lack inside
Then be surrounded by like minds, look
Niggas prob'ly like, "that's too deep", but that's the burden
When you're wise enough to move sheep
You can manifest a dream, but you're too sleep
Everybody see the problem, only few speak
All of you niggas is corny, still ain't find your swag and you up in your 40s, be wifin' a stripper that's fuckin' the homies
And duckin' outta takin' care of your shorty, clown
It's like somehow the real niggas and lame niggas just switched positions, I just don't get it
But I will never conform so if you don't fuck with me
Don't make me no difference
I will not make music that send you to prison
Or have you strung out, I see the bigger picture
This world is scarin' me, real is a rarity, sellin' your soul
For a lil' popularity, ugh
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