| Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day
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| Every single day, every-every single day
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| The new life of Sick Wid It
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| I don’t think E-40 knew a little nigga was this gifted
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| Race track, talk cars, I had to gear-shift
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| I’m always in somebody mouth like spearmint
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| In a crowd of a hunnid thousand, I’ma stand out
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| I never really been the type to have my hand out
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| While you lazy ass rappers just layin' around
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| I was in my notepad jottin' all my plans down
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| Longevity, I plan on stayin' around
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| Plantin' all my seeds, watch 'em grow, and then I tear 'em down
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| Meanwhile, your gal let me hair down
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| She gon' get dope dick, North Cal bear style
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| For a while, I was treated like a stepchild
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| Until a nigga stepped out and started lettin'
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| Got so many ex’s now, I should have an X File
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| Automatic message replies, I never text now
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| Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day
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| Every single day, every-every single day
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| Trips to Rome, shrimps, and calzones
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| I’m always out of range, I’ma text you when I get home
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| Every night I hit another new city, damn
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| Bape from New York, Bape from Japan
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| I’ma pick up surfin', the money is rollin' in
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| The champagne is pourin, my bitch just had a twin
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| Fuck up, wake up, do it all again
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| I always stick to myself, but now I’m lettin' you in
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| In Atlanta the loss, I’m the nigga to win
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| In the spot where my 7's Glock got hollow tip
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| Your mans act really tough, he really not with the shit
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| Got knocked for his bitch and I ain’t mad at the kid
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| You the type of nigga to have your thang on safety
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| I’m be in and out the shot,
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| From the hood with the thugs, to the burbs where the Bay be
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| I ain’t never ever let the money change me
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| Nigga, I be mobbin'
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| Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day
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| Every single day, every-every single day |