Letras
I'm gon get it out the mud like early bird does
These bitches can't tell me nun
Calling her birds eye view cuz she top me up
Eye contact when I'm down under
Brain on nerd IQ like Ivy Schools
Someone tell Harvard get her number
If you want a shirt, buy two
It's the burbrat drip, but Barnett my real slum
You could be five deep and I won't budge
This won't be the first time I got jumped
It won't be the worst time that's fasho
I ain't never flinch when I been around guns
I'm not one to panic until I see fire
The calm before the storm and shit
One of the homies was behind the door
We got our best four and we forced it in
When it come to the dawgs ain't no man left behind
I was down in the dumps on a Wednesday night
Under an overpass
Puke on my shirt and pants
My brothers found me
And got me alright
I remember when the bro had to fight
And we gathered outside
The whole mob by his side
Then Ottawa County was nosy like sinuses
We had to slide to my crib, duck a fine
We used to do shit like that all the time
We still do the same when we line up the schedule
Get MOBSTOCK if the stars align
This ain't a starting lineup
We stopped the counting at nine
I spot all the lames in the party
I got a hawk eye
I got the nawf by my side
All my brothers gon ride
We all pick sides
In the dirty dale
We got war stories
Got battle scars
From the four stories
From the Alpine to the Lodge
From ducking and dodging all of them blue boys
See a crowd try not to be paranoid
See a flash and end up in polaroids
With somebody's mans who was mad annoying
On somebody gram who think they important
In the dirty dale
We got war stories
Got battle scars
From the four stories
From the Alpine to the Lodge
From ducking and dodging all of them blue boys
See a crowd try not to be paranoid