Lyrics:
Screwed up click, homie, this ain't new
Okay, okay
Smells like medicine, 2K for a gallon
Po a 4 in the 12, that's a talent, haaa
Copped a zip, popped
Lifestyles is lavish, livin' my life from Dallas
It was a challenge, livin' my life like a savage
To have or to not to have it or nobody can have it
Plotting on licks hitting stains
The mob life runs through my veins
Its too late for me to change
These streets got me deranged
Strapped up
Heroin sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating,
this list is eternal
You should be saying your grace
Robbas, stealas, jackas and drug dealas
The cons with no rights
And kids who started the fights
to get it is a sifter and a quik cap
This music business aint nuffin but a big TRAP
So im posted UP with the packs, cause my shit crack
Slangin out
taking over
We dreaming of make more money cause nigga this life keep getting shorter
So suit up and be prepared for this thug world order
We ready for tha
taliann
Italian job, Italian job
We Get the Italian mob
To the Italian job
Italian talian talin
Italian talian taliann
This life is all about decisions
the sensi
I'm a real rude boy tell me what you can't see
M.O.B. is how I'm livin up your girl fancy
Once again yeah g style freestyle let me out
Loud, this
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
the hard labour
Put the tracks on repeat and disturb neighbors
Perfectionist, I'm a piece-maker
No peace for them man
I'm a peace-breaker
Go stupid
This ones
the world on my back all this pressure
How I’m worldwide and I ain’t sold no records
Man my name Lil B I’m the sea
100K for a verse I don’t rap for free
But I
Do me wrong you might gamble wit yo life
Fuck you mean I'm still counting up the stripes
Do this sober I don't need no lean wit sprite
Hennessey if
and take your life
Backdoor your wife, backdoor your kids
I'm the young pretty bitch
Hoe you know what it is
In Castro Valley walking out that alley
Self
want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My nigga Cad in this motherfucker
I got my
state we are expected to accept those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can hope for as death?
allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustas is my motherfuckin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggas reported
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
with tyrants
Or confide in dead messiahs
By now you know a lot about me
Nothing's ever private
Whatever you're looking for in life you'll more than
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
everybody in the building, my nigga L
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas
This here is exodus! Say
y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
We gon' take it back with this
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
We
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