| Mob
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| SHIIIIET
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| I know you know what this is
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| Yeah, Jack
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| (I know you know what this is)
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| A-One, Mob, I know they know
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| Listen
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| Jack
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| Fuckin 'round with a rich man
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| Now you leavin' out hospitals in wrist bands
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| Shoulda been in this Carmelo like Knicks fans
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| Motherfuckas act like they trouble then get fanned
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| In the drug war had to bury my best friend
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| Tryin' not to worry so I’m smokin' the best strand
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| Run a world tour and now I’m back with jet lag
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| Swishers get borin' so I’m smokin' a jet Zag
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| Everytime i got locked wasn’t nothin' but a setback
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| All that ever did was set me up for a comeback
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| And every bitch that left me they tried to just run back
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| But I’m gettin' richer everyday I don’t want sex
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| Hunnid-thousand cash in the streets I don’t want checks
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| I did everythin' now wonderin' what’s next
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| I come from no AC, no carpet, the rough Jects
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| There’s gotta be more my nigga what’s this
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| Mob shit |