Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mob, artist - Lil Mexico. Album song Trench Baby 2.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MMO
Song language: English
The Mob |
| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob |
| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob |
| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law |
| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall |
| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob |
| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob |
| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law |
| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall |
| Trench baby, I done seen a lot of things |
| I’m from a small town but you know I got big dreams |
| I’m from a small town filled with a lot of fiends |
| I been tryna make it out but it ain’t easy as it seems, yeah |
| Trench baby, yeah, you know the streets raised me |
| I was just a young nigga on the block with a .380 |
| Dare a nigga try to play me, I’ma make his mama hate me |
| God forgive me for abortion if I kill this woman baby |
| I ain’t rap too tight, I seen a lot when I was young |
| Grave dry, runnin' with the mob, goin' dumb |
| Started from the bottom, yeah, we came from the slums |
| I got my bread up, remember I ain’t have a crumb |
| Runnin' with the older cats, breaking all the rules |
| Daddy was locked in prison, had to fill my own shoes |
| 'Cause no one in the hood, they would call me bad news |
| I was thuggin' real early, I ain’t have nothin' to lose |
| Mama told me stop, I ain’t listen |
| She said the route you takin' gon' get you locked in the prison |
| Well, lately I been hustling, my life, I been risking |
| Mama, I’m sorry, your son’s a product of the trenches |
| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob |
| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob |
| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law |
| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall |
| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob |
| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob |
| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law |
| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall |
| All my niggas really spray them rounds, spray rounds |
| If he soft, we make him lay down, lay down |
| We don’t play, this ain’t no playground, playground |
| Leave him dead with his face down, geek out, I will make it sound |
| 'Cause on my side, it ain’t safe on my side |
| Keep on talkin' shit, gon' make me slide on your block like home base |
| Got my mask, got my gloves, I ain’t tryna leave a trace |
| Got too much up on my plate, ain’t got no time to catch a case |
| I got niggas locked in prison praying for an appeal |
| I can’t wait 'til they free bro, I swear that nigga kept it real |
| Got jammed and I ain’t squeal, stayed solid like still |
| Promise when I get my deal, I’ma put you up a mil' |
| I came straight out the trenches, I really ran in that jungle |
| Seen some niggas leave early, that’s the reason I’m humble |
| But ain’t no ho in my blood, nigga, that’s word to my mama |
| Know we all 'bout that drama, come try to kill if you wanna |
| I grew up around gorillas, some of my niggas killers |
| I seen niggas dead in my hood like Michael Jackson, Thriller |
| Real shooter, never phony, bitch, it’s in me and it’s on me |
| In my city, I’m like Tony, nigga, fuck you and your homie |
| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob |
| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob |
| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law |
| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall |
| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob |
| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob |
| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law |
| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall |