Nova told me never give in and that's just mando, I've been cooking comic curry ever since
The finals
Arthritis ain't different when you whipping in the kitchen
Got your bitch stuck up on my wrist cause I should listen
You ain't a shooter cause you ain't got range, y'all hit it up a civic within close range
Y'all gave me six, I felt no pain, St. Judas my neck, I got blessed days
I'm counting blue hundreds, I got my lick back, sit back, pulled up at a crib and got your
Shit snatched
How you rocking fake chains
That's just embarrassing
5% on my 10's, don't like for staring at me
I've been making plays, I know you hear about me
Golden State like my team, I keep them shooters around me
I got clay and I got curry and they don't miss
One call, they gon' empty out the whole clip
Told my youngin he ain't ever got to tote sticks
You better not say shit, I'll let you hold this
Want beef, we can end this shit at Roof's Crisp
My life a movie where I f*ck around and shoot clips
Hella odds against me, I ain't scared to lose big
When the engine blew, I popped out with a new whip
Seemed lost, I admit, but the wins hit
And when you back up on your feet, feel the difference
This shit light work
Never going down easy, gotta fight first
They on the TV trying to figure out how the shine works
If only they could see that this shit was life learned
Plenty claiming that I hit a hard right turn
Different as f*ck and switched up when God fixed my luck
It's been rough, but I stay real grounded
Paved through the mountains
Never gave a f*ck about a lame that was doubting
Nowadays, everybody's copy paste, so I shred these sheets
My pants scribbling for days when I bless these beats
I write my future on the page, then collect these dreams
This shit is real life written
I know that one day this gon' feed my children
It's mandatory, I just keep on building
Fortune 500 to the motherf*cking moon
Say Jack, what's the phrase
No, you gotta keep it moving
It's a cold ass world and everybody driving me crazy
It's me against the world, baby
And lately I've been regulating
Leaving enemies devastated
Like why must everybody try to play me
I can't trust nobody now
F*ck you, how does that sound
I bet they thought I was a f*cking clown
But the joke's on you
What goes around must come around
Now I've been drinking every day
Hoping this blunt will take the pain away
But we all know that's not the case
I'ma buy myself another case
Hit the block and go and catch a case
And keep the pistol with me just in case
Sometimes I don't know why
Like why the f*ck am I always high
Maybe I should stop wasting time
Enemies wanna take my life
And that's why I don't really sleep at night
So if they want it, I'ma let them have it
I'ma go and drop another f*cking classic
Watch my money keep stacking
Till that shit is like forever lasting
And I won't stop until I'm in a casket
And I swear they ain't gon' say a word
When I'm flying flyer than a f*cking bird
On my mama, I'm putting money first
I need a duffel bag for every verse
A couple mansion and my f*cking turf
OG with the work, I can put you on
Pogue out a red dot, making bodies fall
Two fours, I'm a shooter, I never pass the ball
Get my goons on your ass, could really make the call
Took his bitch and I f*cked her right in the back with stars
I'm off the juice, off the perp
I'm close to knocking out
My hitter slide off a perc
Don't ask the body count
Family farms in this leaf, I'm only smoking loud
Bo Jack how I'm moving, just to run em down
The Ruger John Cena, they throwing 12 rounds
Ben Affleck with clips, bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Hollow tits make them split, bitch, I can't f*ck with loose lips
Drop a diss, then we spin
Pulling up in all black
Knock his crew off the map
F*ck them niggas, ain't no way they get back
Body bag them, then I go hit the dash
I'll be gone in a flash
Yeah
Vice Vic - Mando (feat. Ruggo, SickmadE the Rapper & JA-Nova) Lyrics
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Nova told me never give in and that's just mando, I've been cooking comic curry ever since
The finals
Arthritis ain't different when you whipping in the kitchen
Got your bitch stuck up on my wrist cause I should listen
You ain't a shooter cause you ain't got range, y'all hit it up a civic within close range
Y'all gave me six, I felt no pain, St. Judas my neck, I got blessed days
I'm counting blue hundreds, I got my lick back, sit back, pulled up at a crib and got your
Shit snatched
How you rocking fake chains
That's just embarrassing
5% on my 10's, don't like for staring at me
I've been making plays, I know you hear about me
Golden State like my team, I keep them shooters around me
I got clay and I got curry and they don't miss
One call, they gon' empty out the whole clip
Told my youngin he ain't ever got to tote sticks
You better not say shit, I'll let you hold this
Want beef, we can end this shit at Roof's Crisp
My life a movie where I f*ck around and shoot clips
Hella odds against me, I ain't scared to lose big
When the engine blew, I popped out with a new whip
Seemed lost, I admit, but the wins hit
And when you back up on your feet, feel the difference
This shit light work
Never going down easy, gotta fight first
They on the TV trying to figure out how the shine works
If only they could see that this shit was life learned
Plenty claiming that I hit a hard right turn
Different as f*ck and switched up when God fixed my luck
It's been rough, but I stay real grounded
Paved through the mountains
Never gave a f*ck about a lame that was doubting
Nowadays, everybody's copy paste, so I shred these sheets
My pants scribbling for days when I bless these beats
I write my future on the page, then collect these dreams
This shit is real life written
I know that one day this gon' feed my children
It's mandatory, I just keep on building
Fortune 500 to the motherf*cking moon
Say Jack, what's the phrase
No, you gotta keep it moving
It's a cold ass world and everybody driving me crazy
It's me against the world, baby
And lately I've been regulating
Leaving enemies devastated
Like why must everybody try to play me
I can't trust nobody now
F*ck you, how does that sound
I bet they thought I was a f*cking clown
But the joke's on you
What goes around must come around
Now I've been drinking every day
Hoping this blunt will take the pain away
But we all know that's not the case
I'ma buy myself another case
Hit the block and go and catch a case
And keep the pistol with me just in case
Sometimes I don't know why
Like why the f*ck am I always high
Maybe I should stop wasting time
Enemies wanna take my life
And that's why I don't really sleep at night
So if they want it, I'ma let them have it
I'ma go and drop another f*cking classic
Watch my money keep stacking
Till that shit is like forever lasting
And I won't stop until I'm in a casket
And I swear they ain't gon' say a word
When I'm flying flyer than a f*cking bird
On my mama, I'm putting money first
I need a duffel bag for every verse
A couple mansion and my f*cking turf
OG with the work, I can put you on
Pogue out a red dot, making bodies fall
Two fours, I'm a shooter, I never pass the ball
Get my goons on your ass, could really make the call
Took his bitch and I f*cked her right in the back with stars
I'm off the juice, off the perp
I'm close to knocking out
My hitter slide off a perc
Don't ask the body count
Family farms in this leaf, I'm only smoking loud
Bo Jack how I'm moving, just to run em down
The Ruger John Cena, they throwing 12 rounds
Ben Affleck with clips, bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Hollow tits make them split, bitch, I can't f*ck with loose lips
Drop a diss, then we spin
Pulling up in all black
Knock his crew off the map
F*ck them niggas, ain't no way they get back
Body bag them, then I go hit the dash
I'll be gone in a flash
Yeah
The finals
Arthritis ain't different when you whipping in the kitchen
Got your bitch stuck up on my wrist cause I should listen
You ain't a shooter cause you ain't got range, y'all hit it up a civic within close range
Y'all gave me six, I felt no pain, St. Judas my neck, I got blessed days
I'm counting blue hundreds, I got my lick back, sit back, pulled up at a crib and got your
Shit snatched
How you rocking fake chains
That's just embarrassing
5% on my 10's, don't like for staring at me
I've been making plays, I know you hear about me
Golden State like my team, I keep them shooters around me
I got clay and I got curry and they don't miss
One call, they gon' empty out the whole clip
Told my youngin he ain't ever got to tote sticks
You better not say shit, I'll let you hold this
Want beef, we can end this shit at Roof's Crisp
My life a movie where I f*ck around and shoot clips
Hella odds against me, I ain't scared to lose big
When the engine blew, I popped out with a new whip
Seemed lost, I admit, but the wins hit
And when you back up on your feet, feel the difference
This shit light work
Never going down easy, gotta fight first
They on the TV trying to figure out how the shine works
If only they could see that this shit was life learned
Plenty claiming that I hit a hard right turn
Different as f*ck and switched up when God fixed my luck
It's been rough, but I stay real grounded
Paved through the mountains
Never gave a f*ck about a lame that was doubting
Nowadays, everybody's copy paste, so I shred these sheets
My pants scribbling for days when I bless these beats
I write my future on the page, then collect these dreams
This shit is real life written
I know that one day this gon' feed my children
It's mandatory, I just keep on building
Fortune 500 to the motherf*cking moon
Say Jack, what's the phrase
No, you gotta keep it moving
It's a cold ass world and everybody driving me crazy
It's me against the world, baby
And lately I've been regulating
Leaving enemies devastated
Like why must everybody try to play me
I can't trust nobody now
F*ck you, how does that sound
I bet they thought I was a f*cking clown
But the joke's on you
What goes around must come around
Now I've been drinking every day
Hoping this blunt will take the pain away
But we all know that's not the case
I'ma buy myself another case
Hit the block and go and catch a case
And keep the pistol with me just in case
Sometimes I don't know why
Like why the f*ck am I always high
Maybe I should stop wasting time
Enemies wanna take my life
And that's why I don't really sleep at night
So if they want it, I'ma let them have it
I'ma go and drop another f*cking classic
Watch my money keep stacking
Till that shit is like forever lasting
And I won't stop until I'm in a casket
And I swear they ain't gon' say a word
When I'm flying flyer than a f*cking bird
On my mama, I'm putting money first
I need a duffel bag for every verse
A couple mansion and my f*cking turf
OG with the work, I can put you on
Pogue out a red dot, making bodies fall
Two fours, I'm a shooter, I never pass the ball
Get my goons on your ass, could really make the call
Took his bitch and I f*cked her right in the back with stars
I'm off the juice, off the perp
I'm close to knocking out
My hitter slide off a perc
Don't ask the body count
Family farms in this leaf, I'm only smoking loud
Bo Jack how I'm moving, just to run em down
The Ruger John Cena, they throwing 12 rounds
Ben Affleck with clips, bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Hollow tits make them split, bitch, I can't f*ck with loose lips
Drop a diss, then we spin
Pulling up in all black
Knock his crew off the map
F*ck them niggas, ain't no way they get back
Body bag them, then I go hit the dash
I'll be gone in a flash
Yeah
Writer: Victor Espinoza
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid