Permission (feat. Conductor Williams & Mafia Double Dee)

Not like other guys
Conductor

They come and ask me
Before the roles get reversed, they gotta run it past me
You need the okay for me to even clear the hit
Or get the whole. 308 through to your [?]
The judge tryna fry me, to have money, gotta have heart
Nickel bag is sold in the park? You gotta run it by me
It ain't stamped if I ain't stamp it, servin' like I'm [?]
The work came with a brochure and a pamphlet

Now that's mafia, I'm talking baklava
Mega-poppin', throw rocks, buried back to [?]
Yeah, 227, it's simple algebra
I'd rather have a million dollars than a million followers
Bouncin' out that Rolls-Royce, Don Toliver
I put the H in Hermes, this ain't no Hollister
Had a threesome with Concrete Connie
And the thick white bitch, kinda resemble Supercar Blondie
Twenty killers, straps tucked, known for catching homis
Skinny nigga racked up, OT7 Quanny
Buck 65, wet with my boots on
Buck 50 for my Piguet but it's two-tone
On schoolcraft, selling drugs in the school zone
Me and all my brothers stick together like the group home
Free all the guys till that shit the other way around
I pray they make it out that situation safe and sound

They come and ask me
Before the roles get reversed, they gotta run it past me
You need the okay for me to even clear the hit
Or get the whole 308 through to your [?]
The judge tryna fry me, to have money, gotta have heart
Nickel bag is sold in the park? You gotta run it by me
It ain't stamped if I ain't stamp it, servin' like I'm [?]
The work came with a brochure and a pamphlet

Now that's mafia, I'm talking Gang Time
Like Stephen A. And [?] on the same time (Never)
227, we that Mafia What Else gang
[?] Mozzy, feel like Mozzy from the Hell Gang
On hellblock in them back-to-back one joints
A nigga play with Jack', we gon' get him smacked on point
Bust Diddy 41 coupe with foreign features
Same niggas pointing guns, they be pointing fingers
Playing with them finger-lickers, no Kentucky Fried
I hit his lil' bitch, got him lookin' like his puppy died
My pockets C-walkin', peace to the blood shuffle
Now we breakin' the couples, all the bad bitches love Double
I love to hustle like my momma love the ballroom
Slap a switch on the FN and put that bitch on autotune
In the ghetto with all the goons, we the Juice Crew
This Mafia What Else shit can get some taking used to

So when they need permission, they come and ask me
Before the roles get reversed, they gotta run it past me
You need the okay for me to even clear the hit
Or get the whole 308 through to your [?]
The judge tryna fry me, to have money, gotta have heart
Nickel bag is sold in the park? You gotta run it by me
It ain't stamped if I ain't stamp it, servin' like I'm [?]
The work came with a brochure and a pamphlet
Now that's mafia