Raz Simone - Still mobbin'

I'm still mobbin
Fuck what a hater gotta say
We've worked too hard, gone too far
To let y'all motherfuckers in the way
Still mobbin, mobbin
Fuck what a hater gotta say
We've worked to hard, gone too far
To have y'all motherfuckers in the way

I remember my first zip
First pack
First kilogram
First strap
First bitch that I ever put on my first track
First time whippin white
In my first trap
I say all that to recognize the contrast
Seein where you see a nigga at
In comparison to where I'm from
Me and my niggas comin comin from the bottom in the back
Real niggas where we at
Right here
I be solo dolo most of the time tho
Don't hit my popo
Ridin round town switchin whips like they low lows
Duckin and huntin the ops and the po-po
Real talk
I know niggas that's tough until the steel pop
Bitch niggas can't eat get a real job
In these streets wit my heat
And I still pop
Nobody guards
So I still mob

I'm still mobbin
Fuck what a hater gotta say
We've worked too hard, gone too far
To let y'all motherfuckers in the way
Still mobbin, mobbin
Fuck what a hater gotta say
We've worked to hard, gone too far
To have y'all motherfuckers in the way

I peel off in somethin lookin clean
Me and my niggas get dirty for green
Made a hundred racks when I was still just a teen
And if there's any nigga sayin his grinds harder then me
From my city I just laugh and say please
Shits got levels and degrees
Don't meddle with the schemes
Or get metal in your spleen
A thousand dollar jug to me is like tryna throw pebbles in the sea
My niggas is weak
I don't know why they be thinking that they could switch places with me
Middle school was your peak
All the kids that you bullied back then are your only war stories you speak
Niggas don't sing but they talk to police tho
Don't kill but they try and steel, from a nigga that will
hmm that's mob
100 niggas show up at your block
Flash mob
I don't wanna kill
Swear to God I don't wanna kill
But I got a son and a momma still
Therefore I will and I'm still mobbin