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Mozzy

More Than Rappin

 

More Than Rappin

(album: Internal Affairs - 2019)


Yeah
Talk 'bout it
I go by the name of HellGang Mozzy, one up top ahki, something stocky in the choppy, nigga
June on the beat, don't shoot him in the streets
Yeah, body, ask the body

Landlord of the Gangland, they know what's happening
.40 blapping, that's how they know that it's more than rapping
Nigga told you that I'm lacking, lil' shawty capping
Ain't playing with no paper, finna double lap 'em
Ayy, get at me with them prices that the pie sum quoted
Tryna run it up the gut if we can find an open
Soccer mom caravan 'til we slide it open
'Posed to fire in the open when you spot opponents
Niggas rolling, circle your picture and now you on it
Call the jeweler with forty pointers, it's how I want it
How you bomin'? You bugging if you ain't busting down
Confirming a wire transfer for a hundred thou'
Pacquiao for the hooker, I hardly fuck around
You got tagged for the tooly and hardly come around
Life sentence, I'm tryna picture him touching down
He probably won't 'cause the way the victim was hunted down
That shit embarrassing, sleeping on homie's mother's couch
Lost a bundle in that bitch, at least a hundred count
We was thugging as youngins, busting and running routes
Bang that thing out of vengeance, it wasn't for the clout
Granny cussing me out behind a speeding ticket
I do the dance to the chicken, I'm tryna Z a ticket
Biscotti Pippen, you know that we keep it cloudy, right?
Bitches whisper, "You know them niggas from Cali, right?"
I could volley my body if brother styling right
He thought I tried to fi-dangle but he ain't count it right
It's more to life, we boarding flights for the legal chilly
Just left Philly, in Harlem with it, you see the billies
These niggas kill me, talking like they ice a quarter milli'
They wanted forty for the mirror, I threw a quarter in it
Landlord of the Gangland, they know what's happening
The .40 blapping, that's how they know that it's more than rapping

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