Mob Rule

MOB

80 BPM's you ride the bass I rock the MIC

She and all her friends want a taste about that life

I was banging pots and pans while you banging black and white

Or red, or blue, fuck you, like whatever that boy ain't goin shoot

Tell me no really like how many trigger fingers really itching (One)

I can get the whole block's top chopped, stomped, knocked right off (Run)

Fucked up the boogeyman told him ain't nothing to fear boy you my (Son)

I would do the whole thing all day all just for (Fun)

Okay but really though I got the people telling me that they thinking that I am the bomb for this

Check out the social media posts though bro they saying I'm wrong for this

I can detain the pain the way to say I'm the main is criminal

I fucked up the game my **** a shark in the ocean these rappers in swimming pools (Woah hold up)

I keep pushing P I beat the streets I'm at the Grammys

Momma told me manifest your dreams that's straight from Granny

80 proof go swoop then hit the booth the mic on sight, shit

They keep telling me to drop more songs well then alright bitch (type shit)

Why they pressing Brodie? Cuz he light skin

Fight then, name ain't Mike but **** bite like Tyson

In and out the game they swerving lanes I can't retreat to them

Steady in my groove know how I do 80 BPMs