checks nigga why haven t we been there fuckboys wondering if they bitch next uh with these lazy eyes i seen more than you can see in seven lifetimes get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside give you insight on the situation cause i done it twice done a dotted line tightrope walk where the suits want results they don t talk dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault no one to blame it was solely my fault no salt thrown just boss game long right now i m not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it i m tryna get a bigger home put my niggas on they puttin they niggas on we getting really strong met rex jets best shape ever winner circle you squares need to get it together or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate your bitch want that vitamin d she looking desperate bullshit convo five minutes invested now she buck naked lying to you via text message in a snap like celery or fresh lettuce get beheaded trying to get ahead of us you know what way is up yeah as the world still turning my joint still burning i hold my head high and i got that from uncle vernon so if you want respect you gotta earn it it s crazy most people never learn it preach so before they hear my sermon here s my confession i get dressed with my burner sheesh i know that ain t right but i know when shit s weak try livin on my tray first streets so before i fall asleep with a certified freak who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats i m cool nice try but you can t get that from me nice guy hard body man it way too weak gucci broads even said i keep it way too g i never try to be something i m not i do me i find it better on my own two feet roddy keep it unique and low key jets fool  fresh polo bucket all them niggas know i m acting out smoke so much kush in the whip i started blacking out i m hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt bitches love when i come around they know what i m about take em to the house fuck em good smoke em out burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route i m tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch bag to bag transactions then i m over and out dumb it down never that you should know me buy now i m floating on a kush cloud and i never come down jet set international we world renowned all for takin niggas bitches when we come in town lames cryin over hoes thats tears of a clown i m smokin on some purple and green you steaming brown leaves with them sticks and seeds they should see me now its m o b i rest in peace on a money pile 
['alternative hip hop', 'dirty south rap', 'gangster rap', 'hip hop', 'new orleans rap', 'pop rap', 'rap', 'southern hip hop', 'underground hip hop']