Lyrics:
fo'-fifths and extra clips
entrepreneur, check my profile, that Mob nigga now
Pushin' weight to my Eastend loc, he called me craze is grey?
Like Tony but
me or any of the members of my click
For that matter, wit ya chitter-chatter
Makin your body parts splatter
Send you an e-mail bomb and erase your data
wit a plex roof
Smoking the best blue
Dream me and my team
Switchin' scenes up on that jet blue
You flex jewels I set cruise to the next moves
By
like a pharaoh
Killin the game in my scarceheart apparel
Ain't trynna boss up tell me what you here for
Roll wit the mob feel like Robert De Niro
Run up
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
pled out
H that’s my nigga till death
Told him he stuck wit me
Loyalty is not requirement
It’s a luxury
Fuck the DA
300 pages in my discovery
to me
With the same old game though
Tryin' to play me out like Nintendo
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like
hoes
I play my position and keep the ball movin, D. Rose
all day I can't be wit'chu gotta do me
plus you suppose to keep it 100 you short changin' me
I
motion
Exits(exit) the sto(store)
Wit my brand new gear
Spittin game in her ear
Tell em if they please me I'm theirs
Tell her meet me here
Get a Digital
My lady compliment me
I Look like Obama ain't it
Look like I got nominated
I Move like I'm mob related
How I'm living ain't complicated
Bring
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
all of my demons, now there's a war day and night
No-no-no mob ties, but-but the minions be my gang
I won't die, surrounded by my enemies hanging
Woo,
they breakin' that bread (Bread)
She give me that dome, that head (Slop)
I'm layin', I'm layin' the bed (The bed)
Ain't fuckin' wit' opps, the feds
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
plane steppin
No Blue Badge formed against me with a weapon
Shall stifle my people baby Jesus head was dreaded
Murder by the state, Pilate was the pilot
thinkin
Betta come correct
Think it's time we do em foul
Draw da fuckin tech
You ain't fuckin wit me now
Or ina past tense
You gotta problem air it out
Dis
LOVE THAT K SOUND , TRAUMATIZED BY ALL THIS SHIT SO I WONT PLAY ROUND , BRING YA LIL
BITCH SOMEWHERE AND HIT HER FACE DOWN , SHOOTA WIT ME CLUTCHING MAKE
da 50 of the back wit me...
Every where I go you know im good
I'm surrounded by the wolves
And we ain't up to no good
We gon pull up to yo hood...
Was
bitch that lied
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
soon as I get there I find Afeni
Exotic taxes I can charge for the fees
Mob ties I can trap around the Z
Broken heart, the streets choose me
I Fuckwit big heavy, he clutching his heat
Rag
behind me
I roll wit an Army
I got the whole team
I got the whole team
Got Heaven behind me
I roll wit an Army
I got the whole team
I got the whole team
I
and no chicks
young father and young daughter that's real shit
mob ties thru hard times thats good shit
(Hook)
Doin' what I do to get by
Even
Fire studio ready
Hook
Me and my killaz amazing
cll of us splurgin bigbank yea we paid and
Loui Vuitton on the fits we some made men
Straight out
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