[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'