Sheed2raw - Mobbin'

You know man I just wanna take y'all back
Real quick(My dawg)
But at the same time (All Honchos)
It's still present
Ya know
Digg that
I got my shades on loud pipes
Four wheelers and dirt bikes (All honchos)
Slap boxing and real fights
They called 12 no blacks just all whites
We run from cop lights
In Levis and Nikes
Now it's designer shoes
Off white (All honchos)
I got my shades on loud pipes
Four wheelers and dirt bikes
Slap boxing and real fights
They called 12 no blacks just all whites
we run from cop lights
In Levis and Nikes
Now it's designer shoes
Off white (All honchos)
Fresh fit with the Air Mikes
No Adidas we got Air Nikes
Gun shots we hear all night
We won't fold cuz we too tight
We take flight from the swisher
You broken down well I can't fix ya
You wanna cry well here's a tissue
Water gun turned to a pistol
What's the issue
Make ya family miss ya
Casket time make ya momma kiss ya
Neighbor friends or the sister miss ya
You super lame boy I couldn't diss you
Bright lights don't get the picture
Spot light be sure to hit ya
Half-pike I'm grinding nigga
No watch still timeless nigga (Shining)
No diamonds still shining nigga
Roast sessions we frying niggas
We just do it you trying nigga
We run the top while you climbing nigga
Don't use the mop drip drowning niggas
Drift the whip we sliding nigga (Slide)
Keep her dripped while she ride me nigga (Ride)
Hold me down like she tied me nigga
I got my shades on loud pipes
Four wheelers and dirt bikes (All honchos)
Slap boxing and real fights
They called 12 no blacks just all whites
We run from cop lights
In Levis and Nikes
Now it's designer shoes
Off white (All honchos)
I got my shades on loud pipes
Four wheelers and dirt bikes
Slap boxing and real fights
They called 12 no blacks just all whites
we run from cop lights
In Levis and Nikes
Now it's designer shoes
Off white (All honchos)
The made up stories you tell (Um hmmm)
Ain't giving me hope (uh un)
You preaching the word and I'm starving (Huh)
My momma still on dope (Damn)
My dad locked up in shackles
Behind the bars dropping soap (It's the truth)
Black folks in white towns
Still fucked up and hanging on ropes (Damn)
We share the same story
You made it out well hold ya head (I gotcha)
No matter what they do
For the fam just get some bread (All hunchos)
They try to shit on you
Drawing boards another plan (Run another one)
We stacking blues and blowing money
We need a a bigger fan
We paying dues and we counting up
We need a bigger hand (Bigger)
Who's who we got big smoke
And we got different strands (Strand)
You little boy we got monkey drums
We'll send you to Neverland (He-he)
We got Scat pack and expensive gas
Looking like money man (All honchos)
We get the work and tote it off
You can not fumble man (Fumble)
I made it here because I'm humble
I can not stumble man (Uh un)
I roll with Bs Fs and Cs
I don't do the flunking man (What up)
I got my shades on loud pipes
Four wheelers and dirt bikes (All honchos)
Slap boxing and real fights
They called 12 no blacks just all whites
We run from cop lights
In Levi's and Nikes
Now it's designer shoes
Off white (All honchos)
I got my shades on loud pipes
Four wheelers and dirt bikes
Slap boxing and real fights
They called 12 no blacks just all whites
we run from cop lights
In Levi's and Nikes
Now it's designer shoes
Off white (All honchos)

Written by:
Rasheed Williams

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