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Yeah The Mob Uh You know what I'm sayin'? Cozmo, we back, nigga You know what I'm sayin'? The greatest alive, nigga Jack, what up, boy? Drop the bag on his head, I bet that bum don't touch me Ride around with the thirty round drum in the front seat Young legend out here, they salute my accomplishments My heart cold from death and broken promises They don't know what honor is, I kill about my family A duffle bag full of nightmares is what he handed me But I could never live in fear, I'll make a coward disappear My money's on a different tier, the vision finally crystal clear Pour a little liquor out, I'm smoking like a maniac Squares on my phone beggin' for they lady back Fresh off of Southwest, made a quick eighty racks Dope boy, I'm just tryna bring the 80's back The bills so old, you can smell the mold on 'em Drop Chev', new rims, I just threw some gold on 'em Bern and The Jack, pure crack in your stereo I put people in position like Harry O, Bern Letras de cancionesI used to ride around the city all night long Trunk full of bags, I was tryna keep the lights on And now the Skelly go crazy when the lights off If Jack want it done then it's over, your life gone The good die young, yeah, I'm ready when my time come I said I'm ready when my time come The good die young, yeah, I'm ready when my time come Tables turn, what up? I got ya If I can't catch you, I bet your mama'll pay When I show up to your door and put the K in her face Or I catch you in the county and I razor your face 'Cause I'm tired of the bullshit, scraper ride with a full clip The boys can't take me down, they're scared what I'ma do to 'em The Mob Figaz, fetty and hustle, yeah, I'm true for them Pushing kids, takin' niggas shit, ain't nothin' new to them Knock a bitch, put her ass down, it's all new to you Tell a bitch a few words, she a fool for you Nigga, I'm just movin' through, and I'm movin' units too All you rappers whack as fuck, why I hate the movement though Free the Hus, free my nigga Kas, free Mess too Free the nigga Bub, we love you, boy, but what's love? When the feds be out here tryna bust thugs Inhale the tree in my lungs, my memory is now down Always remember to never leave behind my gun I used to ride around the city all night long Trunk full of bags, I was tryna keep the lights on And now the Skelly go crazy when the lights off If Jack want it done then it's over, your life gone The good die young, yeah, I'm ready when my time come I said I'm ready when my time come The good die young, yeah, I'm ready when my time come Tables turn, what up? I got ya Sometimes I wanna quit but I can't stop now, the game need me Learn to hustle at a young age, you can't ease in Cock, load, and sell high when the stock rise Affiliated with wise guys with mob ties Tryna touch a hundred mil', homie, fuck a deal My name buzzin' in the streets, yeah, the love is real Smokin' late nights, manifesting my destiny Success around the corner but I feel death next to me Tryna put my people in position But they ain't tryna eat, they just eager for attention Sleepin' on the vision but the plan gettin' clearer And ain't no one to blame but the man in the mirror Maybach dreams, my reality, ain't far from it The money and the power, shit, we all want it Countin' racks, blowin' big with Bern and Jack Head first in the game, it ain't no turnin' back, nah Yeah I used to ride around the city all night long Trunk full of bags, I was tryna keep the lights on And now the Skelly go crazy when the lights off If Jack want it done then it's over, your life gone The good die young, yeah, I'm ready when my time come I said I'm ready when my time come The good die young, yeah, I'm ready when my time come Tables turn, what up? I got ya From Letras Mania