mafia days

Step into the shadows, where the whiskey flows, Got my crew in the alley, yeah, we run the shows. Prohibition’s a game, but I’m stacking my dough, In a Model T, we’re the kings of the low. Moonshine in the trunk, it’s a dangerous ride, Cops on the chase, but I’m not gonna hide. With a smirk on my face, I’m the ghost in the night, Pouring liquid gold, man, it feels so right. (Verse 2) Flappers in the club, they’re dancing to my beat, While I’m flipping these bottles, making cash on the street. Feds on my tail, but they can’t catch my speed, In this game of survival, man, I’m born to lead. Money in my pocket, yeah, the hustle’s alive, From the speakeasies’ glow, I’m ready to thrive. With a heart full of dreams and a mind full of schemes, I’m the bootlegger king, living life to extremes.