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This is the mob This shit was built up from hard work You got it different from all the rest Ranged out with suckas from step Overcame every opps Listened to his pops Stopping his ears up so the game of games was stuck in his throat Knowing the difference from difference Reppin' his section, stayin' true to himself When other motherfuckas was tryna knock him off his piffle Shit in order now, loads comin' in and goin' out Red doin' what it does and that's addin' up Man show them bitch ass niggas how you coming man Fuck all that long little sticks Real China doesn't mean he small Everything came out my nutsack lil Johnny I'm not going to hold y'all up Look, look, fuck the critics they can say I'm pussy They mad I got my shit together and I'm moving better Fuck them niggas they can keep on looking Wait, jump wrong get out your body that's on you little fella My skills up I swear I shoot it better Don't got no pics we fuck over whoever Just like some dope you know we gotta stretch'em Like a book we gotta close this chapter Niggas snakes and they scared, I can't link up with no rapper Hold that switch tight, it's static, cause that bitch shootin' it fast Fake pace, how they gon' get me? I just sit back and be last Stuffed the opps up in the grabber, put'em all up in that bitch They got me coughin' and shit, F-E Brohead almost had'em Talkin' and walkin' ain't even got no pedals To this shit you know is levels You bitches better be careful Tradein' peas for metal Catch a place on my schedule Come get your two for 11 nothin' lesser I could pack a good that's understood and send it like a letter I be in the hood you know it's good Pull up if I let ya Residue still on the scale Told my play, give me a second Bitch, I'm ballin', now you play with me, I step in polo tees Shot callin', bro got two-two-threes and rep when niggas leave I ballin', fucked around and gave myself too much weed I balled it, everything I got, I don't do the least I'm with the sheets just like sticks, I'll flash out in a minute Got no pics, you niggas bitches, any one of y'all could get it Tryna show'em, brother drop like 39 shots out of 50 He was trollin', but ain't blow as pooch, tried to leave him shitty Look, fuck the critics, they can say I'm pussy They mad I got my shit together and I'm moving better Fuck them niggas they can keep on looking What? Jump wrong get out your body that's on you little fella My skills up I swear I shoot it better Don't got no pics we fuck over whoever Just like some dope you know we gotta stretch em Like a book we gotta close this chapter (close that bitch quick)