Ouu Ciao bella Mozzarella Yeah I pulled up to Milan With a hundred niggas and Hayden My broke-boy days been gone A nigga ain't poor no more we made it Never thought I'd see myself In the pictures I'm in It's only right I frame it Keep lead for the demons Tryna draw down on me It's only right I paint 'em But I don't wanna have to go Van Gogh or Rambo on nan hoe That ain't what I plan for No game whole squad Pack man/Pac-Man like Namco And it get treacherous Meet you at your front door like receptionist Where I'm from a cold heart a prerequisite That's why I ain't with all the tongue-wrestling Ouu I keep it cool I keep it cordial My life a movie I just record it Shout out my mama 'cause she ain't abort me Raised a real nigga To God be the glory Ouu. Yuh Hallelujah Give the most high praise But'll still put a hollow through ya Aw yeah But not for no frivolous reason Feel like the realest nigga breathing But niggas still be hoe-hoe-hoeing Knowing they can't find no St. Nick in my region Ouu Praise break Hallelujah Give the most high praise But'll still put a hollow through ya Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah One more time Praise break Ouu. Yeah Hallelujah Give the most high praise But'll still put a hollow through ya Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah End of song grazie