[Verse 1: Cisco]
M.O.B. like the good-fellas
Give a f**, what anybody has to tell us, we mobbin'
Not stoppin', I'm a stunna-man like I was mollywhoppin'
Clean flow, like I was always mopping
Bone popping, because I keep on moving
But they can't stand me like I'm in a coma and nobody can move me
I got no excuses, I got to do what I got to do
If I fall I get back up and also get back up by a loyal crew
Not a gang, more like a group of misfits
You don't fit in so listen
Because I have given reason to become independent
I'm not going to front, so feedback appears to be pleasant
Working like a peasant
Fighting against all the things that you find depressing
Oh well, I'm guessing that money is in your mind
I hear that everyone's flexing in every single line
Going to keep mobbin'
Don't talk about choppers
You want gold, but you deserve copper
Say it straight up because there's no way to sound proper
Property of mine, just step back
Dope mind, I don't sell crack
Stand in front, but I'm laidback
Don't label me like maybach
Put me on playback
Maybe I may slack
I get fed up like late snacks
See the bright side like daylight
Payback, I'm not getting it
You're a joke, you're not getting it
Read my mind, you're illiterate
You make music, you're loitering
Your rap trash when you talk about cash
So f** it, let's just keep on mobbin'