| Yeah
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| They said they want that throwback Mozzy
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| That Goonbody Embodiment
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| That Yellow Tape Activities
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| Gangland Landscape, yeah
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| Dope Fiend Tryna Get His Corsica Back Mozzy, huh?
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| Snuffaluffa, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
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| Smile now, cry later when I’m by myself
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| More chains for the gang than I buy myself
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| Misled by the blind, tryna find myself
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| It’s all to cover up the scars, hope the diamonds help
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| I wanna see my daughters blossom, only time will tell
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| Where I’m from you die young or spend your life in jail
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| Life is in them cells, slicin' shit up in them cells
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| From a cloth where you supposed to ice him if he tell
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| KEDR clip, mix and match, hella different shells
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| Love the Eastern, finna exit off of Zinfandel
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| Tell Lil Byron pull up on me with that zip for sale
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| Kilo G gon' keep it P and keep a bitch for sale
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| Church, they know I fuck with such and such
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| Every time I place an order, that’s an easy hundred plus, huh
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| Church, they know I fuck with such and such
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| Every time I place an order, that’s an easy hundred plus
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| Easy mathematics, lookin' greezy in the cut (Uh)
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| Cheddar on your burger, he gon' cheese you if it’s up
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| Murder gang, juju god, keep you in the clutch
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| Only keep around niggas that don’t let him hit the blunt
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| Heavy on the stunt, Moz smell like paper
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| Lil different from these rappers, I’m a real life gangster
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| Missin' Jabada, still in the clanker for sellin' strippers
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| Circumstantial evidence, they convicted the wrong nigga (Huh)
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| Guess who fuckin' his wifey, his own nigga
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| Went from uncle to step-daddy, now that’s a cold nigga
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| Dope dealer showed me how to orchestrate a corner
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| I’m leavin' Vegas, I done prayed for yeeks in Arizona
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| 'Member all them thirty-eights that we would carry on us?
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| Now it’s A&R's and drakes or that larry on us
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| Carry on about the chicken, I was interested
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| Bought a Maserati truck just to send a message
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| Shoot somethin', tray full, we gon' lock elevens
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| Fat gleek, twenty-threes over Glock elevens
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| Kind of series is your Beamer if it’s not a seven?
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| Weed spot down the street if you ain’t coppin' heavy
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| Farmed eleven, you flooded and then flood the watch
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| Debo said we sold a hundred units, flood another watch (Ha)
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| Came a long way from movin' butterscotch (Ha)
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| Had to rush a knot just to bust a knot (Ha)
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| PO on the way, I had to tuck the chop (Ha)
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| I ain’t buyin' yeeky if it’s comin' stock (Ha)
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| Wakin' shit up with these chopsticks
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| Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in
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| Wakin' shit up with these chopsticks
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| Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in
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| Yeah, forever locked in
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| Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in |