An American Gangsta

Sitting cozy with my tiger, in that same Porsche Tony Montana had in Scarface, sipping on an ice cold Pepsi, watching Good Fellas, the part when they killed Joe Pesci, yeah El Chapo just text me, got an underground tunnel with 5,000 kilos disguised in cans of Raspberry Nestea, f*ck Donald Trump, 4 these illegal immigrants keeping me wealthy, while Obamacare is keeping me healthy, black diamonds uncut straight from Zaire-n-Zimbabwe, taxes got Uncle Sam paying me, so them J. Edgar Hoover boys, binocular watch me, tryna kidnap me, what’s up to all my dope boys in them khakis, in a FCI or a Federal Penitentiary, Wayne Perry ain’t tell, but Rayful Edmond did, they had their time, now I run DC, f*ck Pablo, 4 Griselda Blanco the only b*tch whoever had more money than me, peep game George Bush, both the father-n-son, got that Cain from me -n- the Don John Gotti got his arrogance -n- organized crime methods from me, got goons scuba diving, collecting my keys, got boats coast guards radars couldn’t ID, bowlegged wit wet lips, with a big d*ck, smoking cigars, who that be, me the king of DC, an American gangsta, I guess I’ll introduce myself, so listen clearly, 4 I’m the Don Nakameche -n- the whole world fears me, an American gangsta, prison packed with all those who wanna be me, Real talk.
 
All the women love me
-N- all the kids look up
To me 4 this is our history
But on the 4 real, 4 real
Don’t none of that stuff
Mean sh*t to me, it’s killing
Me, it’s killing you, it’s killing us
Enough is enough, it all ends
In death or in handcuffs