True bad man don't cry Some are living some are dying Real man killing don't say Moving silence every day, every day Money making ability Theme music to the godfather trilogy Yeah, I just do it for the thrill in me Come through and facilitate the facility Walk out on the tab, they try billing me Caught a plug on the diesel that's from the Philippines Start asking yourself damn how good is he To make it look so simple but how could it be Uh, especially when the work is enormous Proper preparation, perfect performance Never let them overexert your endurance A liability really can hurt your insurance This is the hustler's thesis Money accumulates but the product decreases All types of weed, coke, and hashices Move it without touching it, telekinesis True bad man don't cry Some are living some are dying Real man killing don't say Moving silence every day, every day The definition of power Find out that them dudes that's repping with you is cowards Your right hand man been effing you on the powder Cut a body part off and they leave it by city island We get to the money, the money get to us Could've left but we stayed, how slick of us Love us or be sick of us We millionaires, my niggas up Think a pup, you think a mix Either you talking money or talking gibberish Me I died was New York mine or Jigga *** Both did clothing and liquor got in the bigger *** King gotta fight for the throne, you gotta live with this Friendly competition in music, you should consider this Just a little moment I figured I'd revisit it Cause y'all niggas is talking it but ain't living it True bad man don't cry Some are living some are dying Real man killing don't say Moving silence every day, every day Pray for the safe and late pop Death is certain and life's not If I'm in the booth then you know that the mic hot If I'm in the safe who can tell where the mic drop My context complex I'm just playing God in the devil's contest Are you cursed or blessed when you take your last breath with your first one Let me dumb down get the first dust Walk with the angels and demons I'm not the first one Soul will be out of my body before the hearse come Dig me then you're used to the witty Old soul I was here when Medusa was pretty New York nigga root for the city I'm in the coupe looking pretty I got work I still move with the biggie Playing 10 crack amendments it's never a lack of hands This is cold paint in the picture without a canvas They say I'm overrated when they weigh in The fish outgrew the pond that a nigga play in It's like a blowout but the starter just wanna stay in When you rap about the *** you simultaneously weigh in I'm trying to find peace for the love of my brother Who dodged the white powder I cook and I'm covered The price of blood diamonds is killing our cousins While high blood sugar just killing my mother Two bezels later and another Porsche it's midnight The sunrise leather says the devil lords Daytona wind at the dealership Drug money in the back office get the peeling *** I ain't never been platinum nigga Every car since was platinum nigga More liquid than you rapper niggas Only mister was a blacker nigga Color purple on the label Off white all over the table like a stable Sniff when your curse is your gift Your niche get deported like Arizona rich He'll be back Money making Mitch