[Hook]x2 I'm still mobbin' f** what a hater got to say We've worked too hard, gone too far To have yall ma'f**as in the way Still mobbin', mobbin' f** what a hater got to say We've worked to hard, gone too far To let y'all ma'f**as in the way [Verse 1] I remember my first zip, first pack First kilogram, first strap First b**h 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 n***a at In comparison to where I'm from Me and my n***as comin', comin' from the bottom in the back Real n***as where we at, right here I be solo dolo most of the time, though, with my 44 Ridin' round town switchin' whips like they low-lows Duckin' and huntin' the ops and the po-po, real talk I know n***as that's tough until the steel pop b**h n***as can't eat, get a real job In these streets with my heat and I still pop No body guards, so I still mob [Hook] [Verse 2] I peel off in somethin' lookin' clean Me and my n***as get dirty for green Made a hundred racks when I was still just a teen And if there's any n***a sayin' his grinds harder then me From my city, I'd just laugh and say: "please!" sh**s 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 Man n***as 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 n***as don't sing but they talk to police though Don't k** but they try and steel, from a n***a that will Hm, that's mob, 100 n***as show up at your block, flash mob I don't wanna k**, swear to God I don't wanna k** But I got a son and a momma still Therefore I will and I'm... [Hook]