[Intro]
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[Intro-Hook]
All we ever wanted was a house and fence yard
Feeling like the hunted they be out for prints God
Empty is our stomach y'all ain't bout to give jobs
We ain't bout to just starve.. y'all bout to get charged
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All we ever wanted was a house and fence yard
Feeling like the hunted they be out for prints God
Empty is our stomach y'all ain't bout to give jobs
We ain't bout to just starve.. y'all bout to get charged
[Verse-1]
Molly dropped up in the music biz water
Hallelujah
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Sodomize this game f** about a n***a choping
Through ya
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Drive right by a motherf**a like zoom never knew ya
All these other lubbers fake
Mick spits concentrate, Big risks I take
Wavy on the water whole crew might lose
Bada Booyah
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Don't be shining on waves sound of y'all fake I should
Boo ya
Not regarding y'all rank outta my way I'm the ruler
MC's climbing them
Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam
I'm not minding them
Rockabye my city I be grinding
Right on my side is them
Mateys that be plotting out chart climbing
Not about timing I'm
Writing lines timeless
All up in the booth.. schedule interviews
I tell it like it tiis
See the vision true
Mick spit sh** flip scripts like not another do
On a big ship plotting on this big sh**
With my motherf**ing crew
No getting comfortable I'm fittin to punish you
Two stars collide a black hole form &
Wave goodbye & see your fans funnel through
[Hook]
All we ever wanted was a house and fence yard
Feeling like the hunted they be out for prints God
Empty is our stomach y'all ain't bout to give jobs
We ain't bout to just starve.. y'all bout to get charged
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All we ever wanted was a house and fence yard
Feeling like the hunted they be out for prints God
Empty is our stomach y'all ain't bout to give jobs
We ain't bout to just starve.. y'all bout to get charged
[Verse-2]
Mick & Co seizing coasts
Catching drifts flow tight we afloat
We be in the booth lyrics hit
Eastside Westside we the most
Got TheMollyParty htting sh**
n***as losing HoPe.. no E & O
I see the road paved the way I came never going back
I entertain
Want alot of cash cause I been through pain
Make it rain on the whole hood like crack did
Fam cash out act up and do backflips
Bad track record but I drop back to back bad records
Know that..
Till the pulse flat wrote that spoke tracks
& I rolled that smoke fat
Pirate hat on coat rack..
I walk the land at my estate
Boy I been planning since I been standing
To jam across the states
& Grandma told me when I was younger that Santa Claus
Was fake, So I digress
I'll be the best to wear a fancy hat and slay!
[Hook]
All we ever wanted was a house and fence yard
Feeling like the hunted they be out for prints God
Empty is our stomach y'all ain't bout to give jobs
We ain't bout to just starve.. y'all bout to get charged
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All we ever wanted was a house and fence yard
Feeling like the hunted they be out for prints God
Empty is our stomach y'all ain't bout to give jobs
We ain't bout to just starve.. y'all bout to get charged