Mobius Songtext / Lyric

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels

They say Illuminati and other ordeals

Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal

And now it's more real than it is for any other star

And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar

I should probably get awards when the Emmys are

For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma

I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now

But don't confuse how you see me, have to move now

I got bars like the cypher's in the booth now

Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier

'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia

'Long as they say my name right in the media

If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati

'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys

I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy

So swag, he could have broke up with IG

I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG

I got the game on IV

Might as well have a live feed

Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B

So I always match the picture in my ID

They packin' Dub C and run with MAC 10

I was still a baby Similac then

And what the crack era did to black men

It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then



How I rock mine, I throw it up

Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page

Powerful force, you better look both ways

Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down

I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound

Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound

Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown

Rip shit....oh, wait, wait, wait, wait....

I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again

You already know the script, roundhouse kick

She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip

Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip

With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt

I got the half moon clip, that's banana, a good planner

A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house

Nigga, if you open your mouth

Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth

Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess

Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda

Keep it movin', keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny

House of Pain, I control many

House of lies, where niggas go run, hide

Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives

(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre

Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical

Mention no animals, roamin' like a czar

Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter

The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper

I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up

When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin' scatter