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I'm still mobbin' |
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***** what a hater got to say |
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We've worked too hard, gone too far |
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To have yall ma'*****as in the way |
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Still mobbin', mobbin' |
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***** what a hater got to say |
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We've worked to hard, gone too far |
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To let y'all ma'*****as in the way |
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I'm still mobbin' |
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***** what a hater got to say |
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We've worked too hard, gone too far |
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To have yall ma'*****as in the way |
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Still mobbin', mobbin' |
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***** what a hater got to say |
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We've worked to hard, gone too far |
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To let y'all ma'*****as in the way |
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I remember my first zip, first pack |
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First kilogram, first strap |
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First ***** that I ever put on my first track |
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First time whippin' white in my first trap |
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I say all that to recognize the contrast |
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Seein' where you see a ***** at |
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In comparison to where I'm from |
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Me and my *****s comin', comin' from the bottom in the back |
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Real *****s where we at, right here |
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I be solo dolo most of the time, though, with my 44 |
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Ridin' round town switchin' whips like they low-lows |
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Duckin' and huntin' the ops and the po-po, real talk |
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I know *****s that's tough until the steel pop |
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***** *****s can't eat, get a real job |
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In these streets with my heat and I still pop |
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No body guards, so I still mobmob |
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I'm still mobbin' |
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***** what a hater got to say |
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We've worked too hard, gone too far |
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To have yall ma'*****as in the way |
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Still mobbin', mobbin' |
|
***** what a hater got to say |
|
We've worked to hard, gone too far |
|
To let y'all ma'*****as in the way |
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I'm still mobbin' |
|
***** what a hater got to say |
|
We've worked too hard, gone too far |
|
To have yall ma'*****as in the way |
|
Still mobbin', mobbin' |
|
***** what a hater got to say |
|
We've worked to hard, gone too far |
|
To let y'all ma'*****as in the way |
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I remember my first zip, first pack |
|
First kilogram, first strap |
|
First ***** that I ever put on my first track |
|
First time whippin' white in my first trap |
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I say all that to recognize the contrast |
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Seein' where you see a ***** at |
|
In comparison to where I'm from |
|
Me and my *****s comin', comin' from the bottom in the back |
|
Real *****s where we at, right here |
|
I be solo dolo most of the time, though, with my 44 |
|
Ridin' round town switchin' whips like they low-lows |
|
Duckin' and huntin' the ops and the po-po, real talk |
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I know *****s that's tough until the steel pop |
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***** *****s can't eat, get a real job |
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In these streets with my heat and I still pop |
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No body guards, so I still mob |
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I peel off in somethin' lookin' clean |
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Me and my *****s get dirty for green |
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Made a hundred racks when I was still just a teen |
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And if there's any ***** sayin' his grinds harder then me |
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From my city, I'd just laugh and say: \"please!\" |
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*****ts got levels and degrees |
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Don't meddle with the schemes or get metal in your spleen |
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A thousand dollar jug to me is like tryna throw pebbles in the sea |
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Man *****s is weak |
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I don't know why they be thinking that they could switch places with me |
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Middle school was your peak |
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All the kids that you bullied back then are your only war stories you speak |
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*****s don't sing but they talk to police though |
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Don't kill but they try and steel, from a ***** that will |
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Hm, that's mob, 100 *****s show up at your block, flash mob |
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I don't wanna kill, swear to God I don't wanna kill |
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But I got a son and a momma still |
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Therefore I will and I'm... |