Mobb, Mobb, Mobb
I don’t politick with no politicians, uh
I’m jackson pollock with the pen I guess I’m splattering but often see me dropping wisdom, uh
If you don’t feel it you just not a victim
Of the chi kid, shorty I’mma chi kid
But writing rhymes I ain’t worried bout the shining
I’m only worried that my time gets cut short by a convict, I meant, cop so I know I said I’m from the chi but I’m anything but shy kid, uh
I keep the glizzy by my side and Z Saj on my right but we leaders ain’t no sidekicks, uh
Work for the people ain’t no side gigs
I’m going mental in my psyche dreaming and manifesting I feel like I’mma psychic, so I kick, flows to my brothers who still on the other side
26th and california or a grave plot, they coordinate and plot kid trynna take you out yo spot kid, uh
That court has spots for some lil kids so don’t ever think you equal to them spy kids, you just not man I hear it all the time kid
Y’all be some informants, I just be performing
Y’all be filling forms out, dressing all formal
I be stacking mills prolly still shop at forman
My lil checks be bussing you a fraud you be forging
Force field, back up you ain’t cut, get yo door kicked
Huwahhhh, chickenhead kick in ya chicken orange, or if
You wanna get onnat we can score then, make you come up out ya home like you late on a mortgage
Churrrch, we be moving keys, we the organs
Smorgisboard of white, we be snowboarding
I am not a dealer I’mma hustler lil shorty
Two fin that’s a quarter, foenem we a quartet
Hit ya torso make you do wop, like ya singing onna corner, throwing B’s rolling B’s i don’t rock with hornets, In my yellow jacket on my way to go extort all the funds out the fingers of them poor riches
No oatmeal I remember sitting on them porridges wishing for a dollar
Then we got money started solving hella problems when my papa got that house I felt like maybe it’s a God and when I saw my homie die that’s when I knew it was a God
Staring innat coffin I felt like he was alive
Cuz two years later, I’m performing front of Nas in my city I could not even imagine doing this when I was five
Oh my God, open my eyes
No disguise, this my time looking up toward the skies
Close the blinds, roll and pack and smoke and go get high
So damn high, I might, go up to the sears tower and jump off and try to sky dive
Witta fifty over here, got some henny over there you think we was singing old mcdonald had a farm
And you know me I stay strapped, with a fire-arm
Trynna find a frolicking coppa ta fire-on
And I see all these gimmicks I am not a fan, I’m not gone fawn
Or ride the wave
Cuz y’all be cocky kinda trynna procrastinate
But I got commas coming to me like across the nation so I often, calm myself down by copping thangs
That I don’t need but make me drip just like my bod was H-20
That jugo, I got that juice so they thirsty
Fill up my liquor in a thermos, I don’t think that you heard me
Roll up my swishers when I said I swore that i was going cold turkey
Want beef? Jerky, boy you just a slim jim
And I might hurt ya
Matter fact I might dirt ya, matter fact I might scat around with these words just
Having that fun I’m going ina circle, cut off circulation sipping goat blood doing voodoo inna tru blue, my troops too, knock off yo noodless like they knew you but was used to trynna abuse you, no bluetooth if my shit connect it might end up on youtube, play this shit at my funeral, I’m tired of being sad it’s time to juju, right onnat beat and smoke up all that gorilla glue too, I’m glued to, this cow nipple on my side make a move you, gone be inna hospital with IV’s rocking a moomoo, and take yo mama, and make ha have to get a new do, then when she get attached I hit the spin and tell ha do you, tru shit, tru tru, jae eff kae, who you?
