Yeah, I wanna welcome all my **** to my second album

All my bruhs, all my fans out there, you feel me?

If I ain't your favorite rapper right now, I'm gon' be your favorite rapper 'cause I fuckin' gas

And ain't nobody gas like I gas but my brothers, like, you know, Ree and O, you feel me?

We got that heat, though, mayne

I got to give a shout out to my **** Sean John ST, bitch

You feel me? Who told me to put this motherfucker on the front

And I'ma put it on the front 'cause it's dope, ****

I go through the whole song so listen very closely, man

Listen to this shit, mayne

I shoulda been signed

I walked in slow, hand on my dick

DB, who you with? I brought my whole clique

We dumb-ass high and we dumb-ass thick

If we can't get in we tearin' up this bitch

Suckas in the front, haters in the back

DJ, turn it up, that's my shit, that clap

Now watch how me and lil' Donnie gon' wack

Now watch how me and lil' Donnie gon' wack

Bruh, is you gone? I'm dumb-ass smacked

Me and Ree, back to back, it's a everyday thing

Woofer on slap, bring back that thing

They know what I bang, M-O-B

If I ain't with the mafi', I'm with ST

I'm a young OG, soul survivor

35th, Birch, and I been a rider

Hittin' shit like I'm on the Brooklyn Dodgers

I won't stop pitchin' 'til they free my father

Fuck your sympathy, don't even bother

I'm a rapper slash jacker

Got more cheese than the Green Bay Packers

You never been a factor, what's your name?

What family? What block? What do you say? What do you claim?

I get down, really get down

'Cause ain't too many **** makin' it from the town

I trust my trey pound, fuck your partner

Smilin' in your face, he the one that shot ya

But it's good, don't trip, I got ya

'Cause I got accuracy with that chopper

Run his ass over, send him back to the doctor

Call the coppers, fuck them, too

They bleed like me, I'll bust them, too

So who sent you? Probably the feds

Get too nosy, I'ma knock off your head

.223s that'll cut off your dreads

First one snitch, first one dead

I don't bang blue and I don't bang read

See, the code of the street is always have your heat

But I don't bust my shit unless it's real beef

We about a hundred deep, east side, bitch

On the other side of the street how we ride, bitch

I aim to kill and I'm feelin' that pill

.40 cal. put his wig on the windshield

And shovel graves, we saw off the gauge

Ride and deal in the hills, two-eleven, we pray

And I been knew John-John was playin' with them Ks

It's the home of the A's, Allendale

I'ma keep mobbin' 'til Keith get out of jail

First time independent, got my **** in Hell

I remember when we both used to bang the cell

Bitch, you know it's the 'jects, nines and TECs

I'm the fireman, so when it get wet

First they got pinned then they got caught next

If y'all **** gonna ride then y'all **** better ride

I knew it was serious when I seen Ree cry

The bitch called the phone and said Burger just died

I know that bitch didn't say Burger just died

Feel me? Them **** took my lil' ****, mayne, Burger, mayne

Eight-deuce, Birch, ****

My lil' **** was a beast out here, ****

Goin' hard on you bitch-ass ****

But it's good, though, we gon' keep this shit lit, ****

I'ma keep rockin', ****, from the heart, ****

From my head, ****, I got gas, ****

That's all I spit is gas, ****, octane, ****

You feel me, ****? All my OGs feel me though, ****

Told me go hard, ****, or go home, ****

And I'ma do this shit 'til I die, ****, on everything, ****

****, free PB, ****, RIP lil' Glen, ****

RIP lil' E, ****

It's Mob Squad, ****, I made this shit, ****

I'm Tha General, ****

How I'm gon' stop what I made?

I don't start what I can't finish

****, I go

It's the P-R-O-J-E-C-T

Free Boo, lil' Chris, lil' Mikey and Keith

I rep that A, B, Allendale, bitch

Got 35th whips, got 35th clips

If you wanna set trip, man, bring the funk

But fuckin' with the mob, man, that's what you don't

I'ma show you bitch-ass **** once again

I'ma kill his whole family then murk all his friends

Beat the beat 'til the end, shit, take it to the grave

I'ma hit him with the gauge and start throwin' grenades

Fuck World War III 'cause I'm about to start IV

If these bitch-ass **** keep speakin' on De De Bo

Don't be mad how it go if you's a lame

Your bitch-ass daddy shoulda showed you the game

**** can't shoot, shoulda showed you to aim

You see it on my hand, know that's what I bang

Hold on, back up, now let me get started

That thang kicked in, now I'm 'bout to act retarded

Thang on my side, it don't matter who the hardest

Bruh, this East Oakland, we gon' go hard regardless

Deuces on Chargers, fours on a van

Js all day, I'm still burnin' up Vans

You ain't seen these Vans, I'm the first one with 'em

Two hundred Off The Wall, boy, you better go get 'em

'Cause I do real stuntin' like Jackie Chan

Smackin' in the back off that Jackie Chan

Like, "Damn, DB, I can't even see"

Ridin' in the sky, think I see E.T. 

No, I can't pass it up, that purp got me gassed up

I swear, last night, I couldn't even stand up

I don't never tap out, never put the blunt out

I go all day 'til my ass passed out

I fuck bad bitches and I bet they cash out

It's M-O-B, California, welcome to the crack house

Ha, you feel me? That's that game, ****

Can't nobody fuck with me, ****

I go, ****, you feel me?

Put your money up, put your best rapper up

Put your whole label up, ****, and I'ma get 'em, ****

I bet you, ****

Free PB, I'm outta here, DB, bitch

Let's do it