Kids today, they got no respect for this thing of ours
Bunch of fucking jackals out on the streets now
And let me tell you somethin'

They ain't got no idea what it's like to be the boss
The honour and brotherhood of La Cosa Nostra
You'll see, to all these motherfuckers

Better pay me that respect call me Don Vito
Corleone patriarch icecold steelo
Knock it out the park like the great Bambino
Bringing in the bread like I had never heard of ketos
So you better check your ego you ain't no Pacino
Fuck around and end up just like Pesci in Casino
Never worried when I see an enemy like Nemo
Even my marine biology bars are primo
I got roots in Avellino shoutout to my Papi
Italian royalty blood running through my body
Study in Gigante, some Gotti, Tommy Karate
Albert Anastasia, murder's a fucking hobby
I serve 'em up with salami and clams on a linguine
Boss of the family, James Gandolfini
And everybody eating 'round me never greedy
So salute me when you motherfucking see me
Running shit so easy Webby got the game plan
How to make a buck up in the mu'fucking wasteland
Started from the bottom but trust me I'm still the same fam
Only difference now- I'm a mo'fucking made man

You can pay me that respect Don Corleone
Built an empire and I did it on my own
I ain't worried 'bout they shit, my shits known
Feet up on the throne and I made it my home
So pay me that respect Don Corleone
Only talking bullshit you can hear it in my tone
I ain't worried 'bout they shit my shits known
Feet up on the throne Don Corleone

(ay) Eating prosciutto in a three piece suit
With capos all across the state those my CT troops
Get that product that we paddle when I leave the booth
And then we push it on the streets now my CD's looped
All across the damn map with my grip on the throttle
Anybody with the crown's getting Paul Castellano'd
I'm Joseph Bonnano, don't fuck with Sammy Gravanos
Drinking Montepulciano by the fucking bottle
With a stokey OG, gravy on my gnocchi
Keep my mouth shut yeah my bus' stay lowkey
All the snakes 'round got me feelin' like Mowgli
Keep my friends close watching foes more closely
Only son of Johnny, young Corleone
Get that Genco olive oil imported from back home
My accounts all grown and got caught up all my taxes
So the feds don't try to do me like Capone
Sitting up on the throne so haters get to betting
How long that I'ma be up here while I just keep progressing
And every day's a blessing from this fucking very second
Until they asking favours at my daughter's wedding

Better pay me that respect Don Corleone
Built an empire and I did it on my own
I ain't worried 'bout they shit my shits known
Feet up on the throne and I made it my home
So pay me that respect Don Corleone
Only talking bullshit you can hear it in my tone
I ain't worried 'bout they shit my shits known
Feet up on the throne Don Corleone

This is gonna be La Cosa Nostra 'til I die
Do you understand? Be it an hour from now
Be it tonight or be it a hundred years from now
And any friend of ours knows it's gonna be the way I say it's gonna be and be true
And not be cowardly, not now, not never, La Cosa Nostra

[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah
Webby
Listen
You don't gotta love me
You don't even gotta like me
But you will respect me
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I never let a sleeping dog lie, he better give me the truth
And if not, I'll kick these Shih Tzu's with Timberland boots
Living proof of independent success, ripping the booth
Eatin' beats, knock a snare loose while picking my tooth
Got the juice, shit I'ma chug it then recycle the cup
Throw my competition on the grill and fire it up
I'm that diamond in the rougher shit, the price going up
I'm on point, chilling like a porcupine in the cut
I keep my window so tinted you can't see in the whip
I'm the shit, so listen homie we can leave it at this
I'ma Super Smash fools, undefeated on Switch
The way I'll take over the game I gotta stream it on Twitch
Call me "Lil Juulpod" I got the youth hooked
Animal up on the page like Winnie The Pooh books
Spit it, your crew shook, I'm no amateur
That's why your girl spinning webs like tarantulas
If you love me, or you hate me
One thing that I'll never be is fucking fugazy
Stepping in my way, then shit you gotta be crazy
'Cause y'all ain't fucking with the shit that I've been on lately
Yeah I'm too clean, dripping like a fucking plate of poutine
Killing shit up on the daily is the fucking routine
Feel it in ya mood ring, veins pump the blood of the dragon
I am the seven kingdoms one and only true king

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Whether you love me, or you hate me
You better show respect whenever you face me
'Cause you don't wanna see what I look like when I'm angry
And there's nowhere for you to hide
So whether you love me, or you hate me
You better show respect whenever you face me
'Cause you don't wanna see what I look like when I'm angry
And there's nowhere for you to hide, no no no no

[Verse 2: Snak The Ripper]
Yeah, keep your love and praise, I'm only in it for the cash man
Most my life been such a waste, been living in the trashcan
I'm the type to cut your breaks and wait for you to crash-land
Used to rob a motherfucker just to buy a half-gram
Scrape the residue so I can sniff it to my noggin
Steal a bus then hop the curve then hit you when you joggin', man
Ya'll just talkin' words, I told you bitches I'm a problem
Only time you catch me slippin' when I'm rippin' the toboggan
Got these big bags of weed, and I chop 'em and roll 'em
I'm coppin' all kinds of weapons and I lock 'em and load 'em
Your girl tryna cough my pole cause I'm top of the totem
You think I give a fuck if you like me? Get off of my scrotum
I'm in the penthouse, just had the Chinook and the Gelato
You stayin' in the Travelodge, you booked in on Trivago
Pockets deeper than the pizza that they cookin' in Chicago
Yo' I'm fat, white, and ugly but my girl look like a model

[Verse 3: Mark Battles]
Unh, and we going full throttle
Wave so strong that you might need goggles
We can keep it calm or this shit can get hostile
You talking to a boss, baby I'm the head honcho
Nice on the track, run it back like a Bronco
Going of the rails, give 'em hell like diablo
Matter of fact, handin' out L's like Chapo
Sicker than a snot nose, looking for the thot hoes
I rose from the dirt, same shirt
Y'all niggas really tried to take me out it ain't worked
All business, the sneaky dissin' get you lames merked
Call me Battles for a reason, better learn the name first, uh
Yo, I know how the game work
Won't keep it bottled up 'cause it make the pain worse
You want the local fame, my aim's to try and tame earth
So I kill it and rebuild it, all in the same verse

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Whether you love me, or you hate me
You better show respect whenever you face me
'Cause you don't wanna see what I look like when I'm angry
And there's nowhere for you to hide
So whether you love me, or you hate me
You better show respect whenever you face me
'Cause you don't wanna see what I look like when I'm angry
And there's nowhere for you to hide, no no no no

[Verse 4: R-Mean]
It really ain't no competition still I'm known to compete
I keep my ear to the street like a homeless asleep
Never shy away from beef, got no choice but to eat
And I've been starvin 'bout to go in and feast, I try to be
About the love but honestly I look around and I'm eager to diss 'em
I know that silently they wishin' that Mean would be quittin'
My passion is deep as obsessions
I never smile, but I love my job more than pedophile pediatricians
R-Mean, came to sit on my throne
I be spittin' like I got all the infinity stones
'Cause they love me, or they hate me
It don't faze me, it's fuck you pay me
You hatin' on another man? That shit still amaze me
And you can take shots, but them shits barely graze me
So hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shy homie, until my horse stop, who the MVP?

[Verse 5: Beanz]
I stand out from the typical, I don't need a crowd
I wound up steppin' in shit again, and my feet are plowed
You only gettin' in the way I'm at if we allowed
And actin' up's a bad choice, that's when we see 'em out
A shot caller with temper like hot water
Keep humblin' got more, big talk, but a lot smaller
Hype I am not calm blow up, I'm a night bomber
I shine I am not somber, talk nice in a right honor
Get funky, you get mad, I get money
I get fly, you get bummy
You try hard but you can never stand next to the god
[?] the hardest and if you do you got lucky
So, love or hate it, I couldn't give up, still the greatest
I show up in some fly shit, it's lookin' like the latest
I'm getting mine, no days off on a daily basis
Nowhere to hide, get played soft by the hand [?]

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Whether you love me, or you hate me
You better show respect whenever you face me
'Cause you don't wanna see what I look like when I'm angry
And there's nowhere for you to hide
So whether you love me, or you hate me
You better show respect whenever you face me
'Cause you don't wanna see what I look like when I'm angry
And there's nowhere for you to hide, no no no no