It's Over (feat. Heem & Rick Hyde)

Gangsta Brought to you by the Butcher, nigga These are the real Sopranos Cannon Was takin' penitentiary chances, now they hit us with advances Got them niggas mad, hatin', can't stand it Down bad, I ain't panic, now I'm doin' shits with Don Cannon But I'm the same nigga used to tote cannons Hit the coke with Arm & Hammer 'Caine so hard, we need a hammer Play the crackhouse with cop scanners Known for sellin' glass, every gram I cook sold fast Quarter brick and a vision where it glass Runnin' from my past, Henny to the top of the glass Won't stop 'till I'm top of my class Had a Glock in the stash next to a box full of cash Hit a lick, used a stocking for a mask, this real shit Rumors spread from the ones I used to chill with Get fake vibes from niggas I kept it real with We was ridin' four deep tryna kill shit Blow a nigga brains out and don't feel shit (Sopranos) 2015 was the year, no regrets, no fears We was running through the dope I turned 80 into hope Plus I showed these motherfuckers they ain't wavy as the G.O.A.T Now the label pay me for my quotes Plus I'm flyin' in with elbows like I'm jumpin' off the ropes All this money I'mma gross, I can feel it gettin' close You can call me Raekwon 'cause I'm comin' with the Ghost They was callin' me a legend 'fore a nigga even spoke They'll be callin' for the reverend If I hit you with this toast (Cannon) I say the word and the apes all come out Now it's shells everywhere like a baseball dugout It was grams everywhere 'till the eighths all run out Uh, I prophesied my profit rise I can't concern myself with y'all like it's ostracized Every two or three thousand gave me the cautious vibes But I been backed up Soon as the ink dried, I was ten racks up I'mma make another sixty on 'em, then stack up (Yeah) Black Soprano for the win, nigga, fin Better save more than you spend, stack up and do it again (Nah) You was only good for a season like Jeremy Lin Both hands wasn't enough to count it, needed a twin Decorated the garage with horses like Ralph Lauren My train of thought still stuck on all the cocaine I bought I don't get into to all of that famous talk Disposable cash We unapproachable, sociopaths A run-in with us supposed to go bad, but I evolved Now look at me, I'm a boss, gotta book me with all my dogs Chose the streets 'cause she the one took me with all my flaws Why listen to fools talkin', in kitchens, I'm moonwalkin' Feds hate, there's red paint on all of her shoe arches Every house on my block was hot 'till I moved off it Like Drew Brees, I took the lead with a few tosses New charges, it ain't over, though, it's just beginning I'm Curt Schilling Lookin' from the dugout, goin' for extra innings I turned my hobby to a separate business Sick of those detective visits Poppin' up at shows just to question niggas Who knew the game ain't have an exit in it I took a fork, whipped it once, when it stiffened up, I left it in it Let's talk bags I got in mind today I wrote this verse in the shirt I had on when I signed to Jay It's over, ah These are the real Sopranos And like that We gone DJ Drama Black Soprano Family Well respected For life