TRAP MAFIA HOUSE - Smoke the Night

Private jets landing, touching down on the scene.
Built this empire, now we living the dream.
Never trust a snake, cut them off at the head.
Brothers ride or die, that's what everyone said.
Vault getting heavy, need another instead.
Counting through the night while the city stayed dread.
Champagne bottles popping at the sweet uptown.
Every chain heavy, every piece got a crown.
Respect in the streets, got the whole city down.
King of the jungle, wearing power like a gown.