Baby, fuck your friends and what the group text say
Fuck society and television cuz it’s just you and me and I’m not buying you a fancy watch or a vacation ticket
I just want to break your back on the sofa, whisper lies into your ear and love you hard without ever saying I love you
Don’t play games, just do your stupid hysteria and ask me if I’m cheating every two weeks so I can make jokes and DM girls on the side but fuck it.. you love me anyway right? Bring that fucking ass over here and let me play with your hair
You don’t know how much I like our shit
We’re so fucking toxic, let’s burn the continent
It’s fun till it ain’t
We both leave
You fuck some nerds and I keep on being a scumbag and then I die by the hands of government or drugs
“As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster”
Who doesn’t want to be a gangster? Think about it for a minute.
You got steady access to top notch cigars, your friends are all ball breaking tough guys, you rob and cheat people out of their money and you get fly bitches despite being fat.
Fugget about it!
In this day and age when the governments cheat and whack us all daily.. who doesn’t want to give it a shot themselves? They can’t have all the fun!
Imagine yourself as a 6’0 wiseguy in floral shirts or a snappy blazer. You walk down Mulberry street with your head held high on your way to shake down innocent ethnics. You lay a few beatings and pay off some witnesses with a few bucks. So much fun.
You’re feared and beloved by misguided youths. They carry your moms bags out of respect. Lovely.
You run a harem of goomars while you have a wife and son at home. Beautiful.
Sure, you have to whack some good people along the way. Some friends you love. Lot of blood on those hands.. Oof madone, but you made an oath. Family first. And it pays. You’re a good soldier. Capo soon, God willing.
I mean, yeah.. Eventually you get pinched. Do time upstate. Lose it all. Probably because some ratfuck sang about you. The same man you invited over to dinner weekly. He hugged your kids.. No big deal.
You get out. Earn again. Rebuild. Wife gone. Kids messed up on the junk.
But there’s always a promotion around the corner. Hoes still sucking you. You’re a legendary hitman. No worries. Life is tight.
If you’re lucky, you reach 55. You’re an old fuck now. That promotion to underboss never came. You’re in a rot. Feds still gunning for your ass. It’s a new world. RICO is a motherfucker.
You become an old timer and an afterthought. No earning for the family, a burden. Hookers and skifooza floozies are your hobby and only skill.
You die of cancer and on your deathbed realize you had it all. The woman you loved is gone and you were better off going legit. Your kids will suffer from your mistakes.
Being a gangster is good.
Was it worth it?
The action, violence, pussy, the cash, the clout, the fear? Being the fucking man?