Not Impressive

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Yeah
 They said they want that throwback Mozzy
 That Goonbody Embodiment
 That Yellow Tape Activities
 Gangland Landscape, yeah
 Dope Fiend Tryna Get His Corsica Back Mozzy, huh?
 Snuffa Luffa, yeah
 Smile now, cry later when I'm by myself
 More chains for the gang than I buy myself
 Misled by the blind, tryna find myself
 It's all to cover up the scars, hope the diamonds help
 I wanna see my daughters blossom, only time will tell
 Where I'm from you die young or spend your life in jail
 Life is in them cells, slicing shit up in them cells
 From a cloth where you supposed to ice him if he tell
 K the clip, mix and match, hella different shells
 Love the Eastern, finna exit off of Zinfandel
 Tell Lil Byron pull up on me with that zip for sale
 Kilo G gon' keep the P and keep a bitch for sale
 Church, they know I fuck with such and such
 Every time I place an order, that's an easy hundred plus, huh
 Church, they know I fuck with such and such
 Every time I place an order, that's an easy hundred plus
 Easy mathematics, lookin' greezy in the cut
 Cheddar on your burger, he gon' treat you if it's up
 Murder gang, juju god, keep him in the clutch
 Only keep around niggas that don't let him hit the blunt
 Heavy on the stunt, Moz smell like paper
 Lil different from these rappers, I'm a real life gangster
 Mr. Chewbada still in the clanker for sellin' strippers
 Circumstantial evidence, they convicted the wrong nigga
 Guess who fuckin' his wifey, his own nigga
 Went from uncle to step-daddy, now that's a cold nigga
 Dope dealer showed me how to orchestrate a corner
 I'm leaving Vegas, I done prayed for yeeks in Arizona
 'Member all them thirty-eights that we would carry on us?
 Now it's A&R's and drakes or that Larry on us
 Carry on about the chicken, I was interested
 Bought a Maserati truck just to send a message
 Shoot somethin', tray full, we gon' lock elevens
 Fat gleek, twenty-threes over Glock elevens
 Kind of series is your Beamer if it's not a seven?
 Weed spot down the street if you ain't coppin' heavy
 Farmed eleven, you flooded and then flood the watch
 Debo said we sold a hundred units, flood another watch, ah
 Came a long way from movin' butterscotch
 Had to rush a knot just to bust a knot
 PO on the way, I had to tuck the child
 I ain't buyin' yeeky if it's comin' stock
 Wakin' shit up with these chopsticks
 Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in
 Wakin' shit up with these chopsticks
 Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in
 Yeah, forever locked in
 Ever caught a body for Mozzy, forever locked in
 

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Duration
02:26
Key
3
Tempo
92 BPM

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