k**a Kyleon - Tha Mobb Flow lyrics

(*talking*) (I'm rich b**h), how in the f** you gon count me out n***a I ain't a number job n***a, (no sir) I'm one of the hottest motherf**ers walking six ten, (believe that n***a) k**a Gorilla n***a recognize the name motherf**er, run it [Kyleon] I got the streets on lock, from the Wards to the Gardens Woods to the Homes, call k**a Warden sh** I'm starting, if you talking bout beefing My 4-5 piece, will leave you in the streets leaking k**a keep it hood, like A's on a Monday I'm God like Sunday, legendary like Gaunde Ball like Fundy, pocket full of cash flow 'Gar full of major gray, cook full of castro Oil I'm spoiled, not dull but I'll leave a n***a Shirt full of red, like graffiti That's what happens, when these rich n***as don't feed the needy The sheep turn to wolves, the wolves get greedy My ese Gonzalez, get the work to me speedy Break a brick down to crack, get it rock like Peedi I'd be damned if I starve, I'ma let the streets feed me That fast food, yeah that cash rule the block need me And cut and call me Scab, but you s**ers can't bleed me Or pull down my pants and f** me I ain't easy, believe me Try and mislead me, or sell me a dream I ain't buying that, so quit trying that I'm supplying that Hard white or soft, enough bricks to build a building strapped To my fender walls, riding dirty like Chamili- Tary, f** with Kyleon it get scary I'll have you in a box, buried in a cemetery n***a (*talking*) That's right n***a, the flow is self explanatory n***a This is a no brainer really, go do your homework on me co*ks**er It's strictly street round here n***a, D1-F the gang I rep n***a Respect that n***a, that name ring bells like LL n***a Yeah and oh yeah, as for them rulers and them speculations It is what it is n***a, don't get mad Go get you some money n***a Step your motherf**ing game up n***a, k**a