Lyrics:
Yeah, I feel alive in this place
I will abide and reside by the faith
They write lines that's a sign of they pace then they
Hear our shit and they
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
mob
You niggas counterfeit
For every mistake that I ever did
This a second chance
To level up again
Leveled up again
Leveled up again
Oh im on they head
an Uber is
Really hopin' I don't got too much of the hubris
This the shit that I wanna do with my life
So I'm not makin' time for anything except to write
[Chorus: Playa Fly]
Show some love and keep it real
Mob as far as Fly can see
And this for L-I-F and E
Those who want some they can feel
I am
with the mob
Imma just slide by myself
Coming for the win
Mane I had nothing for my ends but my nuts and the hope in my pen
I found numbing deep within
know about you but
It's a pretty nice-looking car, what you think?
Bahahahahahahahahaha
I think Imma go buy one
Can you afford one?
Yea
This is a very
ever stop
Scott LaRock heard a dope story
About him from the Blastmasta
Out west RIB mac Dre & The Jacka
When we die it plants new seeds
For new Big Bank
the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
We bang thug life, outlaw
Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob
And we hittin these niggaz hard
So what?
times
Gotta thank the Lord for His grace, all times
‘Cause life ain’t perfect, but it’s great, all mines
I been taking trips back and forth across
like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison, wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell? A possibility of livin' well?
you further
By pointing out how the mob is the majority
The mob is the power of the mark of beast M.O.B. maybe spelled out swimmingly startling with
Deplorable by association, Go against their fascist mob if you dare
Hated by Karens all across the nation, mainstream media corrupt I swear
So sick
And haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real niggas
Bailin' times, fuck it, Mob Figgas'll get the bustin'
Ain't no exit out the dip, stuck is
Aye yeah this motherfucker is high tech
I ain't taking shit for granted cause I could've had a
I done seen to many rain fall I'm praying for the sun
is how they  succeeded
They kept it a secret so she wouldn’t get heated
Twenty years gone by but ain’t a damn thing changed
Livin’ life different it
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
see no other choice but to roll with the homicide
For all this drama, make sure you and your mama die
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg
so I see no other choice but to roll with the homicide
For all this drama, make sure you and your mama die
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is
paying the price
Little by little my nigga gon rise
Hoping for money I'm hoping for life
My baby is calling Buh I wanna be high
Mama don't worry I'm gonna
Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin’ in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr,
Always paper right, always strive for life
This is Twelvyy twice, I'm from Castle Hill
I'ma blaze for life, mama raised me right
A$AP, I'ma get it
chillin' in my, uh
Old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
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