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On another note, sippin' antidote Smokin' Turtle smoke, that exotic dope Hella stoked in the custom cloth With the beanie rolled, boss mode Buffs on, chain on, courtside, game on Crab legs, Thanh Long, mob shit, theme song Big place, chess move, small circle, nix fools Figure-8's, old schools, making slappers on Pro Tools Being broke is old news, used to sip on cold brews Hate come with the plate, big house behind the gate People hustles, real estate, real niggas, nothin' fake Haters ain't got no vertebrae, lingo too hard to interpret-ate Cold world, sick and dummy Folks get on that Fent' and turn to a zombie My household wasn't like the Cosbys Grew up on spam, noodles, fried bologna Used to sell that yayo, now my hands clean like Purell Hammer and nail, dodgin' jail, graduated from that fishscale Watch a snake, they'll turn on you It could be a snake in your crew Don't underestimate what they might do Real ones, you only get a few I grew up off of that mob That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob I come up under that mob Letras de cancionesThat mob, that mob, that mob, that mob I grew up off of that mob That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob I come up under that mob That mob, that mob, that mob (Uh), that mob Soil child, I rarely smiled, I'll pull your card, I was young and wild Mob style, my profile, I'd never tell if I was on trial Large sums, large guns, all hunds, no ones Reposato, out the bottle, foldin' weed like a taco First class flights, Bora Bora, beluga caviar, I'm a star Used to rock crumbs in a mayonnaise jar Now I make ventures to provide the store Keratosis, Marley locs, swingin' Figure-8's and slingshots Content, around the clock, bringin' in checks of TikTok Colored weed, Avatar, animated like Pixar Rideshare, Uber Black, they pick me up in a big car Always perkin', I'm a people person I be socializin' but I'm always workin' Goin' Toby like LeVar Burton Stay thumpered up, never know who lurkin' Kingpin, team winnin', at a rooftop party goin' big lemon Cherry gelato, Mango Moscato No bustdown hoes, just clean women Cali boy, I'ma scream it out, rep the West without a doubt Fuck the fame, fuck the clout Far as mob music, it's been a drought I grew up off of that mob That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob I come up under that mob That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob I grew up off of that mob That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob I come up under that mob That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob, bitch From Letras Mania