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Keep a Glock by my side
Do you really want to talk
And I ride six deep when I'm riding with the mob
Get the fuck away from me trying to copy my style
So

profit
With two pistols no cartoon the car tunes quaking
In the middle seen F fives and now my city shaking
We got everything sex money and violence

You thought that bitch was real, she was fake the wholetime
Like, I never trusted a bitch, not even one time
You know the gang and I locked in, yes we

first took a hit
Shit Burning my throat
I spark it and rip
Distinct as the taste
Thats left on my lips

Jesus Angel and I
The trio got lit
We puffing

far

Tryna align your Shaka
Ain't no time for blockers
gentleman, baby girl I'll treat you proper
Gyno in that, yeah  I'm your doctor
In the mob, I

Contact
My Momma let nigga hit the Bottle go nap nap
My brother loss half his tryna Sale crack
I was seen nuns in kitchen as We cook crack
Cusin got murder

for the drip, bitch you know it's newest season
A nigga try to play with me put his mama by the deacon
Kiddy pool ass niggas I'm in the water

In the hood got mob ties get your wheels fixed
They might think I was a slave the way I whip my wrist
Trying to buy baby a Patek for all the time that

it everything I got
If you bang this down a city block
You gonna start a mob
Make a family and build with it
Run it like a don
Feeling it, feeling it,

flying by!
Like Drake got mob ties!
Said he want five guys!
I'm a send 'em that's beef
They just heard my new flow and they claiming that's peak
Bang green

Oh La La
MOB shit
I can't even hang 'round fuck niggas
Cold Freeman Not The Old Freeman
You with that weird ass shit
My life a story let me tell it

She gon rock her hips
Crime mob in 06'
Yea,
We just opposite
You weak im convinced
Flights up out the country I don't mean to state the obvious
Yea

And that is on the God
Don't struck down by the Rod
Don't be in our way when we mob
Armageddon style
The bitches love the smile and the bitch boys love

gon learn today
Usher in this bitch
Gonna burn today
Gang mob deep
We gonna all get away
Im a rockstar no suicide silence
Rock a nigga jaw real quick

store
Versace Eros
I smell like a rich nigga
Helmut Lang
Wit my Amiri jeans
I put the racks in em
Cuban links
We gone make a scene
They gone all feel it

checked
Can you tell me what's a demon to a God
I'm army by self don't need a mob
I'd rather put in work they'd rather rob
The streets ain't give me shit I

10. Rolling with the mob like Ceelo Green, You still getting Young Money while we CMB
11. Middle fingers IRS cuz they still owe me, Never ever gotta

this bitch, my fucking, rejects rob.
I mean my reject mob, hold heat as we play god dam.
Read these scriptures, see these pictures.
These gold diggers,

Slits on my legs covered up
By my thigh high socks
(Unless you're into that sort of thing)
Income and salary based
On being tied in knots
(And I've

among us
But I can't help it
They laughing every time one of my homies gone
I camp out the spot that they spilled his DNA and chromosomes
I got mob ties

got 2 eyes 
but still society blind

Im my own damn boss 
self made by design 

yea I made the beat 
its obvious I can rhyme 

aye I move just like

five thus lack fails
Sike, no fame; for me: never an aim
Lore be clever; refined by flame
Soar inclined high name rep tame
Same step even if status' lame

I roll this weed for no reason
Pour up lean like I'm weezing
Man the streets ain't no game and you can die by this evening
Live my life like a eagle

in my room all day
I'm surrounded by nothing but my thoughts
And my own face - I'm sure you relate

I'd like to leave and interact
But my mind hates