Pushing your hustle man, that’s what make you a raiola. Shout out to all the Raiolas shout out to all the raiolas especially the man himself, Don Mino
I am, Pablo Raiola, sold all kinds of food they say i got nothing to show out
Got the rapsheet of a mobster, you an unbeliever till it’s Cullinans and soldiers
Evil watch machinator , my endtime fans already see me for Jay Hova
Selling soul food to these n#gg#s , my kin are emperors I should live in a pagoda
Like the Buddha,-An exemplar, be it even-in-a-drought still won’t catch me with a soda
Even-while lounging on a sofa, I’m 10/10 vision, brain ah-active like a nova
Biggest buddy an offender
Warning Beckеt don’t-make-a-king-to-have to show out
Murder in Roma cathеdral, my men born catholic now they pull up its to blow out
I be gone to the south
In Europe I be gone to the south
East is where they birthed me
But now I be gone to the south
Where my chefs, are the front to the Mafia
Still it’s St. Pablo of the Father, the most beloved, crime-boss son of the highpriest
Big sinner unlike his papa, As God’ll have it I swear our prices gonna rise steep alright
Shoutout some great Raiolas, after jayz for the culture, close behind s Okpole yankee
Don’t-be-a-clown i see your brainworks
No second chance know you cannot f#ck with the kingpin
Not crossing cocks with you OG, Ego is the enemy, ain’t feeling how you must feel
Bestselling author of your damned fate, youre just an open book to me and you’re right to be scared stiff
You did it, even got a few hits, we ain’t really lived until we invest in the music
Last supper with barolo, Heaven-courier-Javi got you with angels cherubim. sing!
I be gone to the south
In Europe I be gone to the south
East is where they birthed me
But now I be gone to the south
Where my chefs, are the front to the Mafia
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