Ab-Soul, Fashawn, One-2 - Donnie Brasco lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul, Fashawn, One-2 - Donnie Brasco lyrics]
Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco?
Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco?
(Gotta be made)
Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco?
Because it's 1-8-7 on a under cover cop
Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco?
Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco?
(Gotta be made)
Who you think you are? Donnie Brasco?
He wore a leather coat, Cazal shades
A gold pinky ring
I mean he's got to be paid
Or maybe he's a mobster, probably made
Except I never seen him around
Ought to complain but I got the kids info
Heard he was a jeweler
From up up the block I
Thought of my friend Mueller
That would be our introduction
Call it an ice breaker
I brought him a broken watch
Just to start a conversation who am I
Ugh, Young Lefty my name
But I need not explain bled blocks with cain
Over 20 something bodies I'm trying
To get out the game
So I ain't got a problem with
Poppin' one in your brain kapeesh
Ride with me but under one condition
Over stand a position this
Is grown man business listen
I can take you under my wing
Or I can take your lights out
And let this Desert Eagle sing because it's
Aye Yo, my cousin introduced me to his homie
Who told me about some money making
Schemes he gone show me g's he gone grow me
To help me get started
I thought it seemed like bologna
Thought he was a phony
But then, a couple of weeks past
He calls me on the cell-y and
Tells me to meet fast
Brought a brief case with a
Couple of G's cash talked it over with Fash
And gave him the G pass
He knew all about the spots that we smashed
The robberies, The jewelry, guns
The weed stash it's usually easy for me
To smell a pretender
At the family meetings he's a regular member
Deep in our circle, but I follow my intuition
And tried to warn the bosses
They thought that I was trippin'
Told the guard to pat him down
I fear he's a liar i put one in his dome
Caught him wearing a wire