Alberto

Lyrics

Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain’t no new wave,
Just an old school tale ‘bout ALBERTO COSLOVICH, the reall og of this grind,

Old school cat, never fallin’ behind.

Used to run these streets, ALBERTO owned the block,

Now COSLOVICH cashin’ chicks, still givin’ hell,and all over tick-tock.


A true front man, never backin’ down,
Classy as hell, bitches know my name,ALBERTO COSLOVICH
Flexin’ on these fools, still playin’ the game.
Power in ALBERTS pocket, respect on COSLOVICHES chest,
Money talkin’ loud, yeah, ALBERTO IS truly blessed.

They look at HIM wild, like, “Damn, can’t believe,”
This real OG still got tricks up HIS sleeve.


Countin’ stacks, never slack, ALBERTS a hustler,
Thug life in COSLOVICHES veins,THERE WAS NO canT muster THAT ALBERTO COULDENT buster.half ITALIAN/THE OTHER HALF YUGOSLAVIAN
roots, I’m reppin’ A TALE ABOUT AN OLD SCHOOL OG WHEN HE GOT Spittin’ fire, WOULD BREW check ALBERTOS pedigree.ITALIAN /YUGOSLAVIAN EVEN GOT HIS MASTERS DEGREE
HAD the world in HIS hand, ALBERT STILL GRIPING tight,TO HIS 44 STEEL FRIEND
Still rollin’ with his old crew, party all night.ALBERT COSLOVICH
GETTING the girls in the mix, yeah, they know what’s good,

Old school charm, ALBERTO the realest in the hood.
You HATERS hatin’ on ALBERTOS shine? Get the fuck out HIS way,
OLD SCHOOL OG BUT STILL grindin’ every day, livin’ life ALBERTOS own way.

A beast on the scene, still bringin’ that heat,ALBERTO COSLOVICH ThiS old OG, yeah, U WILL NEVER CA5CH HIM FACING defeat.