Mob Era

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[Sample]
Dump Gawd

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Living in the ghetto no pot to piss
Load the machine up like its a floppy disc
My watch it glist, drop a diss, pop the fifth hostile shit
As dark as Apocalypse, we going thru hell trips
The mag fit the bag, get toe-tagged and scaled it
Put holes on the top of niggas heads on some whale shit
The gawd's train of thought is impressive
I'm sitting in the coupe so majestic
With ammo, Rambo but so aggressive
Shell-shocked with no electric
Flip a studio thug like Plyometrics, I hear your heart beating as ya mind stresses
Shout out all my niggas doing time stretches
Affiliated wit mob niggas and highnesses

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
FlAiR
Apply pressure wit extra, I have these guys stressin'
Hotter than a fat guy dressed in nine sweaters, God bless us
My fly's better, the kinda dresses I buy for vixens
Have 'em undressed in less than five seconds
Mob era (Mob era)
Don’t knock it unless you gon' try it, heckler
I have you dying from the iron dessert (tatatatata)
It’s the Fly Talker again, pardon my pen
And pardon my back when I walk in this bitch
Sparkin the 10
Ya dogs start to jog and then sprint, they callin it quits
The god never fall to a prince
When it comes to who side they on ya fans all on the fence
No cause for defence, but for the kid it’s always a win
Project buildings was dirty dog the hallways was dim
Broads they was grinning these women’s wanna call Jay to vent
But naw we ain’t friends
Naw.....
But naw we ain’t friends
Ya wife ya virgin I popped her cherry in the strawberry Benz
Haahahaha
IMMOBILAIRE, nigga
Dump Gawd!

[Verse 3: Left Lane Didon]
I might carry like, Marbury spin
Grip the Nina Wiz Khalifa, get a bong if u grin
Ya façade was a mirage, it dissolved in the wind
Yo your reign on the top was leprechaunish as shit
You forgot the basics nigga, you need water to live
So call it in, many men stuck on the dump lineage
I’m ambivalent, close my eyes and see lump dividends
Ya hoe a bum, I’m uninterested
Nigga it’s funk, just come get this shit, I’m one and done gifted bitch (Peep)
Burn the block, Vanna White turn the box
I smashed two atoms together the CERN was hot
I’m urnin opps and curvin cops
Ain’t no pottery wheel if I twirl tha pot
The pot was hot, then it turned to rock
Don’t ever throw rocks idiot, use ya thought piece
You ain’t never traffic no weight, you a car thief
You ain’t never been in the yard, and got that bar cheese
Whole jail locked from a riot, now that’s a long week
Catch you joy riding and put ya cap on the dash
Beat yoour dirty lil ass, if we happen to clash
That shit was good while it last
Now I’m playin hall monitor, like flunky get back into class
Put ya nose where it don’t belong, and get it blown off
My baby schemers lookin like beavers they movin whole logs
Yo, the hoes gawk like "Oh god, they go hard!"
Helly Hansen duffle humble, fuck that Goyard
Yo, ya’ll niggas so fraud
It’s Didon nigga...
Dump Alumni Nigga...
You already know
Who said what?
Cmon man, ya’ll know better
Lefty, nigga

[Verse 4: Mach-Hommy]