Testo I Am Such a Mobsta - Twista
Testo della canzone I Am Such a Mobsta (Twista), tratta dall'album The Dark Horse
I am such a mobster
The Bible says ye shall prosper
I am such a mobster
The Bible says ye shall prosper
So come and bow down to royalty
Kiss both of my cheeks to show loyalty
The flow is ceremonial, the style a ritual
So be cordial and please act accordingly
This ain't a legend or folklore
Chiraq violence is real, not a cold war
But in the streets call it coke wars
And do not open your mouth unless you spoke for
Please Father forgive me
I had to give them two to the kidney
Didn't know that I was nice, any night
I perform like Rice, Jerry, Sidney
Ray too, hanging out with Windy City Rayfuls
In the back of the club we play pool
Only real niggas stay cool
And who did bitch and didn't snitch and stayed true?
But nowadays family come first
Shorties out here getting killed over turf
Well if the meek shall inherit the Earth
Tell me why I gotta know what 100 bricks is worth?
Ah, flow so gorgeous
The coldest to ever touch a cordless
I'm on the streets Forbes-list
And with the rhymes I'm divine like Osirus, Horus
It's a Clash of the Titans
Warriors on the street blasting and fighting
Seen it all, been a part of it all
Don't get it twisted if I'm on a different path when I'm writing
I am such a mobster
The Bible says ye shall prosper
I am such a mobster
The Bible says ye shall prosper
Blowing loud by the quarter
Conversations about what's up with the porter
We can sit down at the table but first
You gotta kiss the pinky ring, it's important to the order
My niggas showed me how much to cut it with
And what to do when the kitchen was the workplace
Bring the pot over the stove to a boil
Coming out the crib smelling like burnt papes
As the Lord is my witness
I done seen so many end up on the hit list
Shooting the car until it slowed down
And now I see nothing but lifeless stiffness, hit this
.380 In the handset
Bricks in the dashboard and the door panels
Give me the ball nigga, hand check
Niggas can't ball cause they got poor handles
So with the wave of the hand
I'mma gangrene if I offer them work
Create a chain of command
Don't try to talk to me unless you talk to him first
In God we trust, and it ain't another mob like us
Pocket full of 8-balls on the bus
To undercovers asking what's up in the trunk
Whole team full of bravado
Getting money since niggas don't want Movado
Rolling in the Cadillac El Dorado
Bubble Lexus or the all-black Tahoe
I am such a mobster
The Bible says ye shall prosper
I am such a mobster
The Bible says ye shall prosper
So come and bow down to royalty
Kiss both of my cheeks to show loyalty
The flow is ceremonial, the style a ritual
So be cordial and please act accordingly
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Writer(s): Samuel C. Lindley, Carl Terrell Mitchell
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