The Omerta

Aye yo call me the inveterate gambler who runs the Carolinas

The fans come, throwbacks, this law and order rap shit, just slow gas it

Bring water like the Johnny Pumps that flow nasty

Hit sewers with shooters, the audacity

Fascinating, appealing, underworld, with Wondergirl

Dope fiends love shooting these nuggets up

Extreme criminality, I'm like the Rothstein, the offsprings

All of this tuck inside my galaxy, Frankie Yale of the jail

Silks, diamond spiders we master writers who dumb out

Relentless on the come out

Nocturnal habits, the mavens

I'm too insulated, this is just a crusade, n*gga we made it

Night of the Long Knives, focus the gun tote us

The folder's getting over, it's over now, eating hummus & rovers he's tweaking, fumbling

Gophers get rocked in their loafers tryna stunt

Blunt front, knowing n*ggas notice we jewel kings hate to bother you, robbin' you, don't even argue with us, slide it off, make a move, you noddin' off

Drinking makers, the paintbrushes, we cake makers, Louis luggage, puffin' the dewy brothers

We straight haters

Farragamo's glass, shoe taze what's this?

Just a silk in the crunch wrist, your lunch n*ggas

Call the chef, and it's leftovers, they eat everything

Some n*ggas get caught in their best moments

We the examples, we who we said we was

Never faked it, ones who wore jewelry, they couldn't play with

The ones who stay rich, details of my revolutionary ways

Probably gets studied, some CIA shit

Who has true power? The Torah or Synnagogue leaders?

Quran readers or palm readers? Witchcrafters or Christian Pastors?

Rich rappers? Marks said religion's the opiate of the masses

Well Nas says I got thoughts, as if a therapist said

"What time you on?" to learn what's in my head

Well I'm reclining, I'm just stating facts as I respond like when an army walks

With assault rifles at army bases far beyond New York

Or foreign blocks like Hamas guys in emergency triage

Extended magazine now targets off

Heart beatin stops, car speedin

Cops pull you over to check for warrants, so give your best performance

Nobody got time for petty in the city of bosses

Sirens is my psychiatry office

This morning I woke feeling great so I went to an auction

To get lost in a different scene, spent a ticket on art

So interesting, a painting of a fiend in Hudson Yard

Another painting was black natives before Central Park

You know the claims, this was all native terrain

And the year was like 16 something

So could this mean hustling began

When the Indian finessed the Dutch man

With Opium on horseback, this way before Crack

We always been the Mecca for supply and demand

In every era legends and this land was going hand in hand, damn

It's mind-boggling who we are, divided kings

It get spooky in Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn, and all of Queens

In Staten Island, real type shit, dying species are real men

I feel that shit yo