Living Like Tony Video (MV)

Gino Pacino switchin lanes in a James Bond coupe
Don Corleone, give the word my niggas making moves
I can write niggas a check for your life
Lyrical surgeon f*ck a scalpel I dissect with a knife
Cuban links around my neck got the baguettes in the watch
Niggas is mad they baby mamas bumping me on the aux
Slide through and street sweep up the block
Im sleeping good with the glock
Plain Roley on me you wont hear a tick or a tock
Instead of pocket watching mine, go and chase whats yours
They aint wanna let me in so im kickin they doors
From the trenches we was willin and itchin to make a killin
Terrible living conditions 2 murders up in my building
When my mindset changed then the money changed too
Lotta people said they got me but they never came thru
You said you f*ck with me for me thats why I really f*ck witchu
So why u couldn't do for me the way that I would do for you
Young Boss nigga shit I need a plain Richard Mille
I just wanna be the name that's related to my city
Tom Ford, Armani suits real exquisite type of nigga
We not having conversation less im makin seven figures
I be running up all of these bands for a reason not for nothing
And if you want to go to war then f*ck it nigga get to bussin
Got a drum under the bottom and its full of them MAC rounds
G I N O never been the type of nigga to back down

I be thinkin like im Michael but im living like Tony
Not looking for no f*ckin handouts ill be good by my lonely
Pray to God he keep me safe from any nigga thats phony
I can handle all the ops just keep an eye on my homies

I can count a hundred thousand in the Christian Dior
Seen a rack in my account, I had to get me some more
Whats the point of havin tats i got these scars on my arms
Tough decision cant decide I need more chappas or charms
I done walked a thousand miles a thousand times I had to climb
Hustled on a thousand grinds and then went back broke a thousand times
Heavy thinker I consider like i got a thousand minds
Many nights I couldn't sleep, I heard a thousand bullets flyin
I fly first class above the nonsense
Had to sharpen my instincts and silence my conscience
Single mother always working my daddy a convict
Livin in a war zone educated by conflict
If I made it on my own ill be the one to tear it up
Made it to the stairs of life and now a nigga staring up
Ima black man living by some rules thats fair enough
They dont care how much you make my nigga this America