| I’m steady mobbing in this bitch
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| I’m giving to the poor and be robbing from the rich
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| Robin Hood freestyle, holla in this bitch
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| And hollows in the clip make you hollow in the head
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| I’m penetrating this station, they got us in the mix
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| Number one in my city, like ' on his Knicks
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| Couldn’t cop a Bugatti, got 100,000 fakes
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| Pop into the six, looking slob with your bitch
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| Fly as Jeff Goldblum, grinding with the cliques
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| If keys open doors, there ain’t a lock I couldn’t break
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| If keys open whores, I’ll take her body out and split
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| I’m hardly anybody, that somebody that could speak
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| I highly recommend, this is the side you wanna pick
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| The bottom or the knife, you call a knife, you got a hit
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| I’m on my Velcro shit, bury or the clique
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| Grand Jury acquit, said you niggas better quit
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| Steady mobbing
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| Steady mobbing
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| I’m about sick of this sickening
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| I’m enlighten, the brighten, what the fuck is you pinning, man?
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| How the fuck is you living with the shit you distributing?
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| Niggas that dump the town, the way this march is exhilarant
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| The artists are getting hit, niggas they selling troopers
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| Since when Curtis was getting it
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| Well pardon me 50 Cent, our martyrs but none convinced
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| It’s fighting on your rasta, then your rasta ain’t affiliate
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| Dropping the black coal 'cause your project in Philly hate
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| In Cabo stolen albums in the streets, yeah, they really break
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| And Tommy, I’m killing it, if mommy is really thick
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| I let her ride side, and she into that spitting shit
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| I turned it up holly, I could tell she was feeling it
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| She wouldn’t stop nothing, bobbing hard to the instruments
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| My mouth got all sloppy, told me freezy, you killing it
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| After it stopped knocking told her here, put this music in
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| Get on my newest shit, steady mobbing |