Giancana

[Intro: Reef the Lost Cauze]
Woo
Awww man, I been trying to tell you motherfuckers for a long time who you fuckin' wit
But you still don't listen
So I'm gonna tell you again
You fuckin' wit the chain snatchin'
Black Dickie suit wearin'
Baby Momma fuckin'
EBT card swipin'
SEPTA bus ridin'
Grimiest mothafucka in the city of Philadelphia
And I'm having a hard time keeping, these size thirteen Doc Martin's from not going up yo mothafuckin' ass boy
You better wisen up
Yeah

[Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze]
These rappers looking like fat mice (nerds)
The Cause is complex like American black life (yeah)
My family was destroyed by the cops and the crack pipes (facts)
The guns look clean 'til you hold up a blacklight, damn
My prints all on that (that's my prints)
Vodka had me wildin', had to switch it to Cognac
These niggas is born rats
They giving interviews like they was on Drink Champs or sitting with Combat (Jack)
R.I.P. to that man, he an icon
When they know my mic's on, rappers sleep with the lights on (pussy)
Every verse a fight song
That's 'cause I got a whole gram of kush packed perfectly in an ice bong
Totes McGoats, I'm on some frat boy shit
Tell a nigga I'll eat his family on some fat boy shit (I'm hungry)
And my hunger never waivers, when I was younger I would chase ya
Now I'm at yo door, I'm the one that knocks
I'm the danger, it's a banger

[Chorus: Reef the Lost Cauze]
Yeah, my weed lit
My cup full
Got that jawn on me
And I will pull
You don't want no problems
I don't want no bull
This that Giancana
Rakim, Paid in Full
Yeah, my weed lit
Yeah, my cup full
Got that jawn on me
And I will pull
You don't want no problems
I don't want no bull
This that Giancana
Rakim, Paid in Full

[Verse 2: Reef the Lost Cauze]
Tell these niggas they not close
My kids black and Irish like chicken and pot roast (what up, ha ha)
Corned beef and collard greens (that shit's delicious)
The rhymes, at least, make 'em sick, they need Dramamine
This is real life, it ain't no time to breathe
This is real life, you can't escape it with no kinda meme (it's real life)
Ain't no kinda peace, when a nigga fourteen
With a baby and his mothafuckin' momma fiend (whatchu know about that?)
Nah, he coming for yours
'Cause it's money in the ceiling
And it's drugs in the floor (we want all that)
Niggas keep asking me "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid!"
What I said is "You the feds, now get the fuck out my face!" (fuck out my face nigga)
Cauze! That name is synonymous with "Don't fuck with OG, that nigga into all kinds a shit" (OG crazy as shit!)
Don't make war, love, or promises
Unless you stand by what comes for that and hope to honor it (real spit!)

[Chorus: Reef the Lost Cauze]
And yeah, my weed lit
Yeah, my cup full
Got that jawn on me
And I will pull
I don't want no problems
You don't want no bull
This that Giancana
Rakim, Paid in Full
Yeah, my weed lit
Yeah, my cup full
Got that jawn on me
And I will pull
You don't want no problems
I don't want no bull
This that Giancana
Rakim, Paid in Full