God Father III (Outro Omega)

Back to reality I study the maze like Vasco I'm a sailing men I'm an pirate,

Some niggas got selfish egos now I live for the trap on the daily,

I swear to God I am tired of hood rats they came around and bit my sneakers.

Used to show my hand with gestures but I see no signs of life here I guess I am showing these signs to mannequins I Had to sit and wet my fingers now ching sign is the only gesture.

I throw it out they still don't get it I carry on just stretching these bands men and I put in work back on my chair Like Bhuda.

One men thing no flex bars ma Rap life is on true story , I ain't no fucked up nigga being told what to do as write More of history , I looked around connected the dots and found my name in his story.

I had to sit down and tell my story, iam a praying men with a burning shrine like Chulos and Amigos.

I carry body raps for offerings and more rain ma essays got more bodies then mortuary is.

These Days I'm just casting spells and obituaries.

They said Rap is dead, I said nah they gave the mic to Anubis.

I Told you little niggas I'm your God father !