We're back.
Yeah.
Planet Asia.
Say it again.
Yeah.
Say it a little louder.
Yeah.
I should call this liver.
The eight juice.
Black licorice.
Nasty.
You can outclass me.
Too much street savvy.
I speak stern.
Picture me robbing the cabbie.
I used to put rigs in back.
Yeah, the heater stay clipped up.
Your chick's a walking strip club.
We throw her the show as she dance, whatever.
I better, better.
I'm better, better.
I do a rap as bold.
I put the slights out like they in me out cold.
I slaughter for my honor.
Your language ends.
All hail the fly wise men.
My enterprise been on the rise in.
I see the size in us.
Large bark, leave dark, leave blend of a broccoli.
The pot in me is got me seeing in all spark.
I'm a mobster.
Lounge with my bitch eating long beach lobster.
I love me some fish.
And I'm hating ass niggas.
Want to know if my shit sells.
I'm good in the hood as long as I got fish tail.
You never find a nigga that's this real.
The ass blood's on the ass in it.
Kill for the frauds in the looks.
For the big bills.
I'm mobbing with the gods in the books.
And I guarantee you the shit will slap hard in your trunk.
Folks, know what I'm saying?
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
I'm a mobster.
