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[intro]
these are the real sopranos

[verse 1: rick hyde]
look, i just spent a quarter chicken, now i’m worth a quarter ticket
put a quarter in my baccies, give a quarter to my b_tches
ever since a quarter century, i been rakin’ up the digits
all these dollars out of quarters, i should give a course in vendin’
brought the razorbacks like arkansas, then butcher taught me blend it (whip, whip, whip)
turn a four into a seven, then you hit the block and k!ll it
that’s how i fed my mama and three other lil’ siblings (facts)
not to mention my children, sh_t, everybody winnin’
took a gamble just to get here, the risk takers gon’ get theirs
or i’m gettin’ a checkerboard aka a big square
break it down in fair chances, then we goin’ square dancin’
from charlotte back to new york, in miami like i’m ant mason
black soprano family with the leverage is impeccable
you rappers is unethical, turn n_ggas to vegetables (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
matter fact, n_gga, shoot yourself with it, plaxico sh_lls (brrah)
hotter than mexico, feel it on your chest like a stethoscope (sopranos)

[verse 2: heemer da steemer]
i love the game, i’m from the streets (streets, n_gga)
i survived some murder beef, ever since then, i play for keeps (keeps)
i’m shootin’ everywhere the laser blink (brrr)
drums on the .223, shuttin’ down the motor on the v
so be careful ridin’ down them streets (careful)
and, n_gga, bring your biggest gun when you think you’re runnin’ down on me (on me, n_gga)
i’m with some n_ggas that’ll die for me
you gotta look me in the eyes when you tell me you gon’ ride for me (mean the sh_t)
it’s time to tell my side of the story (look)
a n_gga came off the bench, but i got rings like robert horry
i made movies, but ain’t record it
spray thirty_something sh_lls, clear the scene before it get recorded (out of there)
movin’ cautious, i can’t afford it
raised by them real trenches, catch a body and you get rewarded (k!ll ’em, n_gga)
pushin’ grams, tryna make a fortune
had a couple bad runs like the bills when they had losman
i need the rollie with the bezel frosted (shh)
havin’ triple beam dreams, reminiscin’ when i sold frosting
me and my opps like la and boston
i thought of that one on the plane, on the flight from la to boston
sippin’ d’ussé with the double crossers (don’t cross us, n_gga)
the way we do you, think it’s voodoo, so be careful ‘fore you double cross us
you run your mouth, my guns talkin’
place a bounty on your head, now you just a dead man walkin’ (sopranos)

[verse 3: benny the butcher]
yo, look
they told me i’m playin’ with fire ’cause i ain’t throw my phone away yet (phone away yet)
i’m in deep, the hustler instinct ain’t go away yet (still got it)
i kept a hammer in the bubble coat, on the east side of buffalo (yeah)
the forty made me trigger happy, my plug made me comfortable
hit the lot, then i’m coppin’, ain’t nothin’ to guess ’bout this sh_t (nothin’)
i don’t even know the price, i need to test drive the whip
when you was stressed ’bout a b_tch, my team was fresh out of bricks (yeah)
cop it in miami at the best west’ by the strip (brr)
your b_tch hit my phone, and she don’t want nothin’ specific
hoes know i’m ballin’ like the us in the summer olympics
i played the strip ’til the mail came in, chancel fragrance, h_ll raisin’
n_gga, my hood full of sh_ll casings from twelve gauges
let’s see who really rivals, if your city really follow (let’s see)
i’m in the lab, writin’, ashin’ in an empty henny bottle
i had a spot in all hoods (all hoods), had my pockets all full (we eatin’)
’til rap made me more political like pac before suge
this flow got me enemies, i don’t speak to half y’all (f_ck y’all n_ggas)
i got weaker rap squads doin’ features half off, yeah (hahahaha)
no cops when i hit the scene, popped up with rick and heem
mask, no vest, just a mop like mr. clean, ah

[outro: benny the butcher]
these are the real sopranos
big bsf, n_gga
all my n_ggas is capos, n_gga
we take this black soprano sh_t serious
real sh_t
shoutout my n_gga city boy
my n_gga rick hyde, heem
produced by shay, you a fool, n_gga
ah, 2020 mine, n_gga, hahaha
big bsf, big griselda in this motherf_cker
i had to come clean n_ggas up, ah

- bsf black soprano family

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