| I am such a Mobsta
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| The Bible says «Ye shall prosper»
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| I am such a Mobsta
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| The Bible says «Ye shall prosper»
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| So come and bow down to royalty
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| Kiss both of my cheeks to show loyalty
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| The flow is ceremonial, the style of rituals so be cordial
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| And please act accordingly
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| This ain’t a legend or folklore
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| Chi-raq violence is real, not a Cold War
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| But in the streets call it coke wars
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| And do not open your mouth unless you spoke for
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| Please Father forgive me
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| I had to give him two to the kidney
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| Didn’t know that I was nice
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| Any night I perform like Rice — Jerry, Sydney
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| Ray too, hangin out with Windy City gratefuls
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| In the back of the club we play pool
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| Only real niggas cause they cool
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| And who did bids and didn’t snitch and stayed true
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| But now-a-days family come first
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| Shorties out here is gettin killed over turf
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| Well if the meek shall inherit the earth
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| Tell me why I gotta know what a hundred bricks is worth?
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| …Ah, flow so gorgeous
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| The coldest to ever touch a cordless
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| I’m on the streets Forbes List
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| And with the rhymes I’m divine like Osiris, Horus
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| It’s a clash of the titans
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| Warriors on the street blastin and fightin'
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| Seen it all, been a part of it all
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| Don’t get it twisted if I’m on a different path when I’m writin
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| I am such a Mobsta
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| The Bible says «Ye shall prosper»
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| I am such a Mobsta
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| The Bible says «Ye shall prosper»
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| Blowin loud by the quarter
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| Conversations about what’s up with a porter
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| We can sit down at the table, but first
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| You gotta kiss the pinky ring, it’s according to the order
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| My niggas show me how much to cut it with
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| And what to do when the kitchen was the workplace
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| Bring the pot over the stove to a boil
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| Comin out the crib smellin like burnt paste
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| As the Lord is my witness
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| I done seen so many end up on the hitlist
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| Shootin the car 'til it slow down
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| And now I see nothin but lifeless, stiffness, hit this
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| Three-eighty in the headset
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| Bricks in the dashboard and the door panels
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| Give me the ball nigga, hand check
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| Niggas can’t ball cause they got poor handles
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| So with a wave of the hand
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| I’ma gain green if I offer them work
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| Create a chain of command
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| Don’t try to talk to me unless you talk to him first
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| …In God we trust
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| And it ain’t another Mob like us
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| Pocket full of eightballs on the bus
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| To undercovers I say what’s up in the truck
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| Whole team full of bravado
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| Gettin money since niggas that wore Movado
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| Rollin in a Cadillac El Dorado
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| Bubble Lexus or the all-black Tahoe
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| Why? |