Still Mobbin (Explicit)-Raz Simone

歌手 : Raz Simone

专辑 : Cognitive Dissonance: Part One (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:16

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TXT Still Mobbin (Explicit)-Raz Simone 文本歌词

I'm still mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked too hard, gone too far

To have yall ma'f**kas in the way

Still mobbin', mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked to hard, gone too far

To let y'all ma'f**kas in the way

I'm still mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked too hard, gone too far

To have yall ma'f**kas in the way

Still mobbin', mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked to hard, gone too far

To let y'all ma'f**kas in the way

I remember my first zip, first pack

First kilogram, first strap

First B***h that I ever put on my first track

First time whippin' white in my first trap

I say all that to recognize the contrast

Seein' where you see a n***a at

In comparison to where I'm from

Me and my niggas comin', comin' from the bottom in the back

Real niggas 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

I know niggas that's tough until the steel pop

Bitch niggas can't eat, get a real job

In these streets with my heat and I still pop

No body guards, so I still mobmob

I'm still mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked too hard, gone too far

To have yall ma'f**kas in the way

Still mobbin', mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked to hard, gone too far

To let y'all ma'f**kas in the way

I'm still mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked too hard, gone too far

To have yall ma'f**kas in the way

Still mobbin', mobbin'

F**k what a hater got to say

We've worked to hard, gone too far

To let y'all ma'f**kas in the way

I remember my first zip, first pack

First kilogram, first strap

First B***h that I ever put on my first track

First time whippin' white in my first trap

I say all that to recognize the contrast

Seein' where you see a n***a at

In comparison to where I'm from

Me and my niggas comin', comin' from the bottom in the back

Real niggas 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

I know niggas that's tough until the steel pop

Bitch niggas can't eat, get a real job

In these streets with my heat and I still pop

No body guards, so I still mob

I peel off in somethin' lookin' clean

Me and my niggas get dirty for green

Made a hundred racks when I was still just a teen

And if there's any n***a sayin' his grinds harder then me

From my city, I'd just laugh and say: \"please!\"

Shits got levels and degrees

Don't meddle with the schemes or get metal in your spleen

A thousand dollar jug to me is like tryna throw pebbles in the sea

Man niggas is weak

I don't know why they be thinking that they could switch places with me

Middle school was your peak

All the kids that you bullied back then are your only war stories you speak

Niggas don't sing but they talk to police though

Don't kill but they try and steel, from a n***a that will

Hm, that's mob, 100 niggas show up at your block, flash mob

I don't wanna kill, swear to God I don't wanna kill

But I got a son and a momma still

Therefore I will and I'm...