Miick Molly - Charged lyrics

[Intro] Flavor Flavor Flavor [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 [Verse-1] Molly dropped up in the music biz water Hallelujah -(flavor) Sodomize this game f** about a n***a choping Through ya -(flavor,flavor) 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 -(flavor-flavor) 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 - 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 - 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