Lyrics:
it through Corona
You can fade me when it's over, light it when it's ready
Blinded by the light and yet we ride around heavy
Baby what's your name
can't help but spiral father
A goner
My mama always told me to diss 'em and prove wrong
But look at how we living the system be too strong
And judging by
like Quavo
I don't fuck with fake hoes
I just watch the days go by
Don't be telling me no lie
They be playin from both sides
Claiming that they got mob
shit
Mob shit YMD til' I drop bitch
Stop it I ain't giving you a verse kid
Put you in a hearse quick if you tryna verses
Every time I pick up a pen I get
a lot of rap
I cut a nigga top off, if all he do is cap
Lame niggas need to catch up, cause they in the back
Always move like the mob, so I can't never
Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup
(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my
it was misery driven by my own demons
'Cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light
Of the stray moon
the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born
on the street who want blood
Taken by flames, rattling their cages
Forsaken, no family or friends
Just a game of luck
Lost your turn
Where's your horseshoe?
Mobs
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
your brain on pot
Leave you wet like the rain y'all drop
I'm gon' rock and I ain't gon' stop, nigga
[Chorus]
Who's the kid spittin' flames
or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, n****, let 'em go
If a mob f***in' truck right, let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got, but better
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Lost in thought process
Rhyme without reason
Conned by cropped comments
Cries account treason
Caught the mob's bombs
In minds the sound's screaming
Lost in thought process
Rhyme without reason
Conned by cropped comments
Cries account treason
Caught the mob's bombs
In minds the sound's screaming
wanna fight
Sculpted like a child by a speech and a spotlight
Mob mentality it staggers me, the naggers be
Pulling out the daggers see, pulling up
wanna fight
Sculpted like a child by a speech and a spotlight
Mob mentality it staggers me, the naggers be
Pulling out the daggers see, pulling up
with people
Just light up my weed nigga I just be booling
How you the homie left me in the blind
When you was sleeping I was shooting
I live by
This one right here goes out to my frauds, scammers, workers that don't work, wannabe
Stick up kids, trying to get by on others' demise. Just let it
sign til we're finish
Now I think it's about time for the henny
Yeah we just hot boxed with some bitties
They gon think its a mob tied cause we litty
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party
Yeah, what? New DMX
Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog 'cause I'm shady
You remember that kid from runnin'
)Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by
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