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Yeah They said they want that throwback Mozzy That Goonbody Embodiment That Yellow Tape Activities Gangland Landscape, yeah Dope Fiend Tryna Get His Corsica Back Mozzy, huh? Snuffa Luffa, yeah Smile now, cry later when I'm by myself More chains for the gang than I buy myself Misled by the blind, tryna find myself It's all to cover up the scars, hope the diamonds help I wanna see my daughters blossom, only time will tell Where I'm from you die young or spend your life in jail Life is in them cells, slicing shit up in them cells From a cloth where you supposed to ice him if he tell K the clip, mix and match, hella different shells Love the Eastern, finna exit off of Zinfandel Tell Lil Byron pull up on me with that zip for sale Kilo G gon' keep the P and keep a bitch for sale Church, they know I fuck with such and such Every time I place an order, that's an easy hundred plus, huh Church, they know I fuck with such and such Every time I place an order, that's an easy hundred plus Easy mathematics, lookin' greezy in the cut Cheddar on your burger, he gon' treat you if it's up Murder gang, juju god, keep him in the clutch Only keep around niggas that don't let him hit the blunt Heavy on the stunt, Moz smell like paper Lil different from these rappers, I'm a real life gangster Mr. Chewbada still in the clanker for sellin' strippers Circumstantial evidence, they convicted the wrong nigga Guess who fuckin' his wifey, his own nigga Went from uncle to step-daddy, now that's a cold nigga Dope dealer showed me how to orchestrate a corner I'm leaving Vegas, I done prayed for yeeks in Arizona 'Member all them thirty-eights that we would carry on us? Now it's A&R's and drakes or that Larry on us Carry on about the chicken, I was interested Bought a Maserati truck just to send a message Shoot somethin', tray full, we gon' lock elevens Fat gleek, twenty-threes over Glock elevens Kind of series is your Beamer if it's not a seven? Weed spot down the street if you ain't coppin' heavy Farmed eleven, you flooded and then flood the watch Debo said we sold a hundred units, flood another watch, ah Came a long way from movin' butterscotch Had to rush a knot just to bust a knot PO on the way, I had to tuck the child I ain't buyin' yeeky if it's comin' stock Wakin' shit up with these chopsticks Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in Wakin' shit up with these chopsticks Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in Yeah, forever locked in Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in
Writer(s): Timothy Patterson, Jay Bangz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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