Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice
On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life
See i live by the code that the mafia wrote
Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke
Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.
Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably
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