[Verse 1: Kahlil Redick]
Uh, I'm just trying to drop my mixtapes
Then wait for them to listen
Push my CD's on the corner
Trying to make me a k**in'
I might as well save up thousands
Until I reach a million
Get the f** up out my lane
If you ain't really got that feelin'
Chills on my dimension
Fine b**hes at high percentage
Fly intentions
I'm reaching for the top just like the sky is missin'
They say you are what you rock
I guess I'm diamond district
I'm just trying to get to the top
And knock out the competition
I'm too young to be worrying
About a female
I kiss and if they ask
Then I tell my friends all the details
Going 'full monty'
Pocket Mob got me
Hate me all you want
Just know that you can't stop me
No, I'm not co*ky
I'm confident, I'm a 'G'
I'm steezy like Ice Cube
And Snoop Dogg in '93
We at the dinner table
My n***a. I'm eatin' beef
You n***as ain't eatin' sh**
What the f** you want from me?
[Hook: Kahlil Redick]
"I do it for the Mob and I put my team on
Put my team on, put my team on" X 4
[Verse 2: Jibril Kyser]
Fixie bikes unite us
n***as never fight us
Roll deep with the bros:
Kid Thrill and Jairus
The life we live is somethin'
Out a movie
Bad b**hes, clean kicks
Fake hoes, and groupies
Pocket Fixed Mob
Scrapin' to the top
Last thing we want to hear:
A fellow n***a's tire popped
King sh**, we on it
Fame, man, we want it
Ridin' 'round town, yo
Keep it one hundred
Together, united
Hate, man, we fight it
Disrespectin' n***as
Your b**h, she ride it
All that really matters right now
Is where we are
So, f** all that weak sh**
We need real hoes and weed jars
When the beat drops
My mind kicks off like Reebok
Can't stop the Mob
We're hotheads like teapots
f** that, no weak sh**
Yeah man, we be it
No man can stop us
Yeah, b**h, we seen't it
We're the realest on the block
We won't stop until the cops
Cut your throat, then let the blood come
Drip drop
Droppin' lines like bombs
Spittin' sh** like Doms
Real rare sh**:
Fat b**h wearin' TOMS
[Hook] X 1