Mobius

Lyrics

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
 Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
 They say Illuminati and other ordeals
 Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
 And now it's more real than it is for any other star
 And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
 I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
 For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
 I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now
 But don't confuse how you see me, have to move now
 I got bars like the cypher's in the booth now
 Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
 'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
 'Long as they say my name right in the media
 If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati
 'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
 I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy
 So swag, he could have broke up with IG
 I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG
 I got the game on IV
 Might as well have a live feed
 Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B
 So I always match the picture in my ID
 They packin' Dub C and run with MAC 10
 I was still a baby Similac then
 And what the crack era did to black men
 It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then
 How I rock mine, I throw it up
 Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page
 Powerful force, you better look both ways
 Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down
 I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
 Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound
 Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown
 Rip shit... oh, wait, wait, wait, wait...
 I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
 You already know the script, roundhouse kick
 She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip
 Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
 With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
 I got the half moon clip, that's banana, a good planner
 A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
 Nigga, if you open your mouth
 Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
 Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess
 Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda
 Keep it movin', keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
 House of Pain, I control many
 House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
 Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
 (Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
 Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
 Mention no animals, roamin' like a czar
 Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
 The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
 I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
 When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin' scatter
 

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Duration
02:51
Key
7
Tempo
92 BPM

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