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[Verse 1: Kahlil Redick]
Uh, I’m just trying to drop my mixtapes
Then wait for them to listen
Push my CD’s on the corner
Trying to make me a killin’
I might as well save up thousands
Until I reach a million
Get the fuck up out my lane
If you ain’t really got that feelin’
Chills on my dimension
Fine bitches at high percentage
Fly intentions
I’m reaching for the top just like the sky is missin’
They say you are what you rock
I guess I’m diamond district
I’m just trying to get to the top
And knock out the competition
I’m too young to be worrying
About a female
I kiss and if they ask
Then I tell my friends all the details
Going 'full monty’
Pocket Mob got me
Hate me all you want
Just know that you can’t stop me
No, I’m not cocky
I’m confident, I’m a 'G’
I’m steezy like Ice Cube
And Snoop Dogg in ’93
We at the dinner table
My nigga. I’m eatin’ beef
You niggas ain’t eatin’ shit
What the fuck you want from me?
[Hook: Kahlil Redick]
„I do it for the Mob and I put my team on
Put my team on, put my team on” X 4
[Verse 2: Jibril Kyser]
Fixie bikes unite us
Niggas never fight us
Roll deep with the bros:
Kid Thrill and Jairus
The life we live is somethin’
Out a movie
Bad bitches, clean kicks
Fake hoes, and groupies
Pocket Fixed Mob
Scrapin’ to the top
Last thing we want to hear:
A fellow nigga’s tire popped
King shit, we on it
Fame, man, we want it
Ridin’ ’round town, yo
Keep it one hundred
Together, united
Hate, man, we fight it
Disrespectin’ niggas
Your bitch, she ride it
All that really matters right now
Is where we are
So, fuck all that weak shit
We need real hoes and weed jars
When the beat drops
My mind kicks off like Reebok
Can’t stop the Mob
We’re hotheads like teapots
Fuck that, no weak shit
Yeah man, we be it
No man can stop us
Yeah, bitch, we seen’t it
We’re the realest on the block
We won’t stop until the cops
Cut your throat, then let the blood come
Drip drop
Droppin’ lines like bombs
Spittin’ shit like Doms
Real rare shit:
Fat bitch wearin’ TOMS
[Hook] X 1
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