Gold Mobb Anthem

[Verse 1:]
Looking at a nigga from the bottom
The real bottom of the pill bottle
Told my nigga that I got to shoot a video to make it
And he came with the cam like Vado
Pizz slick with the bars, can't buy those...
Less you talking about cutting them bands
My niggas on the block cutting it up with them pans
And I'm tryna plan me a trip to Japan
I mean who it possibly be?
To the game ain't no blocking me, need what I got to receive
Thought it was locked 'til I got me a key
Steady at running at the mouth
When my niggas get to airing it is not McKie
You goofies balling, not McGee
My crew keep balling, not fatigue
Yo' bitch blend in with me, not fatigue
Getting top, blowing sour deis'
You look sour coward
Getting it 24 hour, Jack Bauer
You niggas rocking them spikes done jacked Bowser
If I want it I just shoot my shot and it enter net like a browser
Then I just make sure my section ate like public housing
Gotta make it a public outting when I out you niggas for doubting
You could never discount me even though I got all these vouchers
Leave prints on the game, that Albert
Niggas pardon my caliber, you outdated on a calendar, end up scathing an amateur
My nigga Cardo on the beat nigga
They just traded Durant to the heat nigga
Never lose but you see what's on da feet nigga
Need a bitch so bad, could get an insomniac to sleep with her

[Hook:]
Ugh
And we just outchea politicin'
Suited up, looking like a politician
On my Gold Mobb shit what you doin ho?
It ain't what you do, its who you doin' in for