Lyrics

Yea, the JA This that MOB shit nigga Drought season aye [Verse 1: The Jacka] They say you only cry when you know you wrong And every time you see me its like you need a loan But you fall off every time I put you on Guess you all lost tryna come up from my song Fuck this rap shit, when it's war nigga Every time I see them suckas gotta pull the trigger Said you paid me for that coke but I don't remember Guess I run through so much dope they think I'm gon' forget it I never notice, but I'm always focused So I'm smokin Jokers, let em know its real Everybody know us and they scared as hell Cause they never show up when I come around Man I'mma po up, the President want me to dumb it down, but before I slow up I'll gun you down with this K I roll with Seen every (????) but this one the coldest [Hook: Young Bossi] I'm a hustlah, a black entrepreneur Nigga its the MOB, throwin kush bricks on the floor All night countin paper got my hands hurtin Lean in my cup, drought season and I got the work in Trappin hard, gettin money, thats my motto nigga One phone call feel the wrath of a fuckin killa 1-7-7-0-8 you niggas gotta feel us (???) the streets, a fuckin gorilla [Verse 2: Joe Blow] Sumthin 09 with the roof in the trunk A 2 seater with the ruger in front Sippin promethazine rollin up kush in a blunt I'm with the MOB I can have Bush touched if I want In my 95 Air Max and Dolce Gabbanas 10 racks worth of ice fresh from (???) Money to the ceiling what a wonderful feeling On the couch smokin, countin on a quarter of a million In the streets tryna fit a quarter ounce in a Sweet I know niggas that'll kill ya for a ounce of that lean And won't sleep till they touch a hundred thousand a week Benz same color as a Long Island ice tea Long nose .44 under the white tee Scrapin' with a few young shooters that's like me My muscle in the streets think you packin that Type T(?) Ridin with no L's in the K, then duck, strike three [Hook] [Verse 3: Berner] OG Kush and baby blue pills got me feelin like a mil Plug it in and press seal We don't send em in the mail I put em on the truck 50 at a time I'ma shine till they lock me up Cuz just got out, the word is he's ready And he's right back in the burbs with the reggie Set up shop, the only ones with the keisha The purp's a little cheaper, I dump em and I re-up East cookin cream up while I'm countin this cash On the floor there's a mountain of cash Downstairs, 20 light on my plants, just a couple of weeks Til I have a hundred grand in my hands The smell of money keeps my mind right It's been a long night I got a long ride home but it's all right When I touchdown there's more work there for me I risk my life everyday, say a pray for me [Hook]