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