Cardo - Gold Mobb Anthem lyrics

[Verse 1:] Looking at a n***a from the bottom The real bottom of the pill bottle Told my n***a that I got to shoot a video to make it And he came with the cam like Vado Pizz slick with the bars, can't buy those... Less you talking about cutting them bands My n***as on the block cutting it up with them pans And I'm tryna plan me a trip to Japan I mean who it possibly be? To the game ain't no blocking me, need what I got to receive Thought it was locked 'til I got me a key Steady at running at the mouth When my n***as get to airing it is not McKie You goofies balling, not McGee My crew keep balling, not fatigue Yo' b**h blend in with me, not fatigue Getting top, blowing sour deis' You look sour coward Getting it 24 hour, Jack Bauer You n***as rocking them spikes done jacked Bowser If I want it I just shoot my shot and it enter net like a browser Then I just make sure my section ate like public housing Gotta make it a public outting when I out you n***as for doubting You could never discount me even though I got all these vouchers Leave prints on the game, that Albert n***as pardon my caliber, you outdated on a calendar, end up scathing an amateur My n***a Cardo on the beat n***a They just traded Durant to the heat n***a Never lose but you see what's on da feet n***a Need a b**h so bad, could get an insomniac to sleep with her [Hook:] Ugh And we just outchea politicin' Suited up, looking like a politician On my Gold Mobb sh** what you doin ho? It ain't what you do, its who you doin' in for