[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
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
[End Intro Hook]
[Verse 1]
Molly dropped up
In the music biz water
Hallelujah
Sodomize this game
f** about a n***a
Choping through ya
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
Don't be shining on Wavs
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 and
Wave goodbye
And see your fans
Funnel through
[End Verse 1]
[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
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
[End Hook]
[Verse 2]
Mick and Co
Seizing coasts
Catching drifts
Flow tight we afloat
We be in the booth
Lyrics hit
Eastside
Westside
We the most
Got The Molly Party
Hitting sh**
n***as losing hope
No E and 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
And I rolled that
Smoke fat
Pirate hat on coat rack
I'll walk the land at my estate
Boy I been planning
Since I been standing
To jam
Across the states
And 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
[End Verse 2]
[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
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
[End Hook]