Melly Mell Tha Mobsta - Get High Freestyle (feat. Hazey J)

Tryna turn a dollar to couple make the money double
Stay above water and keep my ass outta trouble
But somehow that shit pop up tried to put the glock up
They said they on my head them niggas ain’t gon stop nun
Pack came from Tha Mobsta its woods in rotation
You tryna show off for the bitches gone with all that hating
We just worried about these muthafuckin franklins
Fuck a hater they don’t pay my bills so what you niggas saying
We just tryna get we meant to
Rest In Peace my brother Tito swear I miss you
Put me on to these fake niggas that’s really see thru
My brodie still that nigga it’ll never be no equal
See I came home in January and i ain’t have a nickel
Finesse for me a zip and then the packs was gettin bigger
Talking hours in the studio tryna make a hit
When it come it’s gon come I ain’t gon tell you it’s my year
And you know where I’m at so it’s cookies in the Stu
My nigga Hazey J smoking cookies in the booth
Right now
We fina run some bands on on iTunes
Right now I’m up getting money and you drooling
Waking up out my sleep to get them dollaz you can ask my cousin
She like to spend her money wit me so ima serve ya cousin
Yea we them black men getting to the money
Underground wit it like Harriet Tubman yee
Put these niggas in they place I’m in outer space
Tunnel vision when a nigga racing to the cake
Me and Melly got your bitch doin shit you never seen her do
She said you boring she’d rather be with the team than be with you
You gotta learn to take to losses on the chin
Bounce right back make that shit crack again
When them niggas at yo door is you gon let em in
New pack came tell me what you niggas tryna spend
My niggas really thuggin sacrificing tryna win
Struggled in a concrete jungle just to get these ends
What you doing with yo life
I keep it lit cause I won’t get this chance twice
I know I know
We from different sections but we in the same game
S.O.N and Majority yea that’s a money train
Put some beans on some acres before I put it on a chain
And I only ran when the cops came
We lost some real ones this year this in the V
Me and Hazey yea we put on for the V nigga who higher then me
I’m on the rise but I ain’t poppin no V
Fuck popularity jus hand me the cheese
Bitch just hand me the keys
A verse from me yea that’s gon run you a key
Yo bitch on her knees cause she know that Melly the King
Bussdown yea that’s how I do a P
And it’s about 10zips up in me it’s Melly Mell tramp
You ain’t never lost your guys to these streets
Duckin shots while we duckin police we on a grind for these fees
My niggas might get you gone if you sneeze
And yo bitch tryna do it for me but she don’t pay like I need
So she getting released murder music with ease
We just keep passing the trees
Me an me nigga finna get to the cheese you niggas weak yeah you heard it from me
Kill a beat now it’s murdered deceased nigga

Written by:
Jalen Smith, Melvin Wallace III

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