Ron-Loc - "The Mobfather" lyrics

“The Mobfather” Verse 1: [Ron-Loc] Hit the game humble now I'm hostile and hungry Giving a mad fuc* no labels don't want me I'm setting up shop advertising my own shyt Die shooting for a n***a play me like a b**h West Coast OG's overtiming Dope n***a you was when you laied ya foundation Loc im him So reminice about the shyt that you been did Cause I ain't moving like a fresh Giza Pyrimid All who oppose me Im punching n***as lights out Wanna be a bitc* homie fuk it pull the pipes out Anyway the competition take it I'll be right there Dead broke n***a or a muthafukin billionare Recognize, the d spot is the flow timing With the calculation ain't another n***a einstiening Like im when in the zone staring down the barrel Few hundred years back it would have been a bow and arrow When they was squabbling over land where the trees grow Same shyt nowadays but its abut the money though To my last breath no man scares me Daddy with the edge kids gonna have a place to sleep Humble and respectful then ya gone get stepped on Till you starve and everybody stomach line gone Then ya foundation similar to where I came from And people want to question where the attitude and game from Path got you telling everybody fuc* you Cause when it wasn't no food I remember no you Scars from the early path of a Mobfather RIP Don Corleone I thank your family for "The Godfather" RIP Don Corleone I thank your family for "The Godfather"