Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Such a Mobsta, artist - Wiz Khalifa.
Date of issue: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Am Such a Mobsta |
I am such a Mobsta |
The Bible says «Ye shall prosper» |
I am such a Mobsta |
The Bible says «Ye shall prosper» |
So come and bow down to royalty |
Kiss both of my cheeks to show loyalty |
The flow is ceremonial, the style of rituals so be cordial |
And please act accordingly |
This ain’t a legend or folklore |
Chi-raq violence is real, not a Cold War |
But in the streets call it coke wars |
And do not open your mouth unless you spoke for |
Please Father forgive me |
I had to give him two to the kidney |
Didn’t know that I was nice |
Any night I perform like Rice — Jerry, Sydney |
Ray too, hangin out with Windy City gratefuls |
In the back of the club we play pool |
Only real niggas cause they cool |
And who did bids and didn’t snitch and stayed true |
But now-a-days family come first |
Shorties out here is gettin killed over turf |
Well if the meek shall inherit the earth |
Tell me why I gotta know what a hundred bricks is worth? |
…Ah, flow so gorgeous |
The coldest to ever touch a cordless |
I’m on the streets Forbes List |
And with the rhymes I’m divine like Osiris, Horus |
It’s a clash of the titans |
Warriors on the street blastin and fightin' |
Seen it all, been a part of it all |
Don’t get it twisted if I’m on a different path when I’m writin |
I am such a Mobsta |
The Bible says «Ye shall prosper» |
I am such a Mobsta |
The Bible says «Ye shall prosper» |
Blowin loud by the quarter |
Conversations about what’s up with a porter |
We can sit down at the table, but first |
You gotta kiss the pinky ring, it’s according to the order |
My niggas show me how much to cut it with |
And what to do when the kitchen was the workplace |
Bring the pot over the stove to a boil |
Comin out the crib smellin like burnt paste |
As the Lord is my witness |
I done seen so many end up on the hitlist |
Shootin the car 'til it slow down |
And now I see nothin but lifeless, stiffness, hit this |
Three-eighty in the headset |
Bricks in the dashboard and the door panels |
Give me the ball nigga, hand check |
Niggas can’t ball cause they got poor handles |
So with a wave of the hand |
I’ma gain green if I offer them work |
Create a chain of command |
Don’t try to talk to me unless you talk to him first |
…In God we trust |
And it ain’t another Mob like us |
Pocket full of eightballs on the bus |
To undercovers I say what’s up in the truck |
Whole team full of bravado |
Gettin money since niggas that wore Movado |
Rollin in a Cadillac El Dorado |
Bubble Lexus or the all-black Tahoe |
Why? |