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Woke up, still swiping, I'm like
Alright, I said
Woke up, still swiping, I'm like, fuck a job
FBE the gang, stupid bitch, you know that we a mob

tooth get your face blowed off
By a 30 ot 6 from a nerdy white kid
From the stix I ain't really finna take no loss
Don't be trippin if I'm slippin in

the mob with them glocks, yeah, we coat trenching
If you think I'm simping for these hoes, you can keep guessing
Lil' nigga got his first band, now he big

Verse i:
Cuban roll 
In honor of Uncle Cente
c noble Cuban soul 
The judge called him criminal 
The people called him papa 
The kids used to chase

stop dream chasing
Spice on top icing
Just a block kid
Here into artistic stuff
Money flick sick drippin
Safe but we aint
Block entrance shoulder look

by warthogs
But I'm gone like Sonic the hedgehog, where's the cog?
How long can I continue to jog
With Donkey Kong dropping all these barrel logs? Sob

MINIMINUM created the mob, he is the leader of the precise
People that got chosen by the dice
Luck ain't there for no reason, grab the mic

Fuck being

it's up  and Unc gon go spinnin in the rain
Heavy kick, heavy swang and thats courtesy of Saint
Jumped back on that pavement by choice I haven't came kit

with whack kids, thought they'd tapped it
Or perhaps my mob made dead, stopped horsing around
Steady heading in a new direction with my speedy steed

in New York

With the champagne bottles that I pop

Wrist catch the light with some new rocks

Chain shine crazy like a flash mob



Rollin thru

thirty
Another one
Doing nine
Make sure
His kid straight
Make sure
His Momma fine
I can't slow
Down
This shit a
Lifestyle
Playing by
The rules
Tryna not

Don't try me, don't test me, Bitch I'm on my last fuck

And me I'm on the go, Money over hoes
M.O.B. OR switched the B to E, That's how it goes
South side

caught the kid with no face
Zezehana heavy dollars in the Colgates
These the teeth that spit that cholera
Never into moderation, industry, or foreplay
This

I'm investing in myself, and fucking on these hoes, I'm on Grown shit
I don't fuck with kids, girl, I can turn you up, I need a grown bitch
Thirst

gon take you out, it's like a blind date
Mob shit like a Castello or a Faranzano
Blaring hollows for this thing of ours, we share the motto
If it's

too far
Met this little cutie by the name of Keerthana
Not gonna lie fell in love with this work of art
Made her a forever, now we'll leave a canvas

the zone
Don't have time for an only fans hoe
Hook up my money and mic and I'll flow
Ain't no relation, but mob with the bros
Fans they get it, I'm making

didn't trip about my rap persona
Gini-MOB that psycopath whose always smacking comas
Everybody turned away from my pain
But you embraced it and saw me

his foot if you step out of line
I live like a mob, but I don't dress in ties
You at your job, you checkin' the time
I'll do the dash, but I can't even

something wild

I was born with a little bit of hope
Momma never slept, daddy never sold dope
I wasn't gang banging with the mob-tied kids
Even back then I

by the devils lies
Don't ask for advice
Never need to listen
Always on the mission
Stay ready for the journeys next transition
There's always ups

the fuckin kids
Told a bitch thats right
Hittin brand new heights
Niggas say my name and they still won't fight
Imma wear off-whites everyday of my life
And I

Every day is valentine for all my opp bitches, genie Cleveland granting wishes for my kids
Every day is christmas, n***a mad at me, I'm about my

York has fucking sewer rats
Sometimes abstract like an act by Confuse a Cat
But always explosive cutting wires
Can't diffuse a rap
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