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Mob Chronicles
1,946
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mob Chronicles was released on February 17, 2022 by AK Bandamont as a part of the album Soul Controller (Deluxe)
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Release DateFebruary 17, 2022
LabelAK Bandamont
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kapone James
Kapone James
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah
Bro cuttin' up, floating the Benz, we on the freeway
And if I need a drill done, I'm calling CJ
This bitch think she off the Hen', it's really E&J
I'm finna erk and jerk this bitch, she do what we say
Lil' dawg, he crossed that line, I ran down on him and caught a replay
Told bro pass me that chop and dawg ran off, we in a relay
Half a slab of dope, cut it up twice on every weekday
I was up all night slapping a bag, but I ain't sleep late
I just cut into this bitch and told her behave
She dropping tears, start telling all her stories, she wanna be saved
Just know, you wanna live the life I live, you gotta be brave
This bitch a slut by the age fifteen, she been in three trains
Balenciaga suit, Dolce Gabbana, she want Gucci runners
I told her stuff your kitty up or you ain't gettin' nothin'
My granny tied in with the pharmacy, she was a pill runner
I hit a **** from way across the street, I got a real jumper
I put my target on this bitch, don't got a wack jumper
You would pull your gun out and shoot the air, you wouldn't whack nothin
**** better be lucky you ducked your head, I woulda whacked something
Moby called my phone, said, "Gang, you lit, you got a plaque coming"
Gave my bitch a Glock with a switch on it, she a catwoman
I told her how to shoot the strap so she don't act stupid
And if they pin me on that case, I'm finna act stupid
'013, unc' caught a RICO charge, he had a crack movement
Then he showed me a million in all cash, he wanna do somethin
Let's go invest in real estate and get some real money
This **** OD'd twice off shootin' fent', the boy a real junkie
Let's go take a field trip to the V where it get real ugly
Right now, I'm wrapping up that crack, come get a real mummy
Just kicked a **** door, ran through the back, but I ain't steal nothin'
The girly kept telling me she fell in love, don't wanna feel nothin'
Bitch, why you keep saying you in love? Don't wanna feel nothin'
I'm sick, this bitch just stopped for the state troops, I got pills on me
Whipped glizzy out, said, "Bitch, pull off right now," I'm finna drill something
And when they lie behind your back, the shit real funny
I'm on the road to real success, I got a M coming
This shit ironic, they stabbed me in my back, but I don't feel nothin'
A lotta shit I'm taking to the grave, but never spill nothin'
That's between me and God, forgive me, please, I know you feel for me
Hard days going to school broken as shit, them wasn't real Jordans
Start flipping that bag, making it flip to get the real Jordans
Remember we was playing cops and robbers, now its real wars
Held the XD wrong, fucked up my hand, I got a little wart
Hit a **** drank with all Karo, it's not a real four
This **** crying, he asking for his pape' back , the **** real poor
But I taxed him five-fifty a deuce, I know he real sore
If you ain't tryna live it up, then what you live for?
Huh, bitch? You ain't tryna let me bash? Then what you here for?
Limited-edition Louis sneaks, I paid pills for ‘em
If you love me bitch, go take a brand-new Glock, go on a drill for me
Oh, you sing, bitch? Go sign your soul away and give me the deal money
A thousand OxyContins, fifty a pop, I'm getting pill money
SI diamonds in his teeth, they fallin out, the **** grill fugly
You can pick a random bitch in Grand Rapids and she will fuck me
This one bitch kinda bad with a fat ass, but I won't fuck her
This city know she got that shit, give you a burnt rubber
This **** just got stomped out at his trap house, now he a hurt hustler
**** ain't made shit the whole pandemic 'cause you wasn't a hustler
Took him out the game, but he still here, just in the earth under
In Minnesota, quarterbacked a brick of dog, I feel like Kirk Cousins
Got butter on me, I'm riding with baldheads, bitch, I'm Kurt cousin
Why would I pay a bitch to fuck when she ain't worth nothin?
Written by: Kapone James
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