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Mozzy

Genres: Hip-Hop

City Mad Lyrics - Mozzy

Lord help me father 

Protect me from all enemies all evil all together 

Culver City Bloods 

 

Right now my city mad 

Everybody tryna make it, have my homies doing bad 

Damn I got get this cash 

Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash 

Goddamn this shit so sad 

Caught him with his kids still took what he had 

Right now my city mad 

Everybody tryna get it but don't know where it's at 

 

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All the finessers gone hate me 

But chump better watch out for that KO and that lean 

Y'all better watch out for them fake blues 

If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up they ain't true 

The city mad 'cause everybody ain't got it 

You do what you want when you poppin' 

But everybody ain't poppin 

I'm like the only one out the city dropping 

So they gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an option 

And I know niggas hate that 

I got this far I wasn't supposed to make it 

Moving like a boss with niggas I knew from way back 

Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to take that 

Known fact, don't get caught without the ham 

'Cause they'll leave your body shots on Instagram 

The nineteen-nineties all the Crips was poppin' 

But now the Damus got it 

 

Right now my city mad 

Everybody tryna make it, have my homies doing bad 

Damn I got get this cash 

Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash 

Goddamn this shit so sad 

Caught him with his kids still took what he had 

Right now my city mad 

Everybody tryna get it but don't know where it's at 

 

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at meechy 

Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly, easy 

I'm a sleazeball when it get greasy 

Kick the yadadamean? that's for sheezy 

Ha? Niggas mad about the YG collab 

If it's funky it's funky 

So when you see me it's stacked 

Grind hard and fall asleep in the trap 

Tryna put my niggas on but we gon' leave it at that 

Pull luck, come fuck with the Mozzy 

If blood brain-dead that's considered a body 

Paypal jaypay, niggas is Charlie 

If I told you that I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin' 

Patrolling the circumference since a youngin' 

It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it 

I've witnessed some shit that you couldn't stomach 

The substance that I'm kissing the only way I can function 

 

Right now my city mad 

Everybody tryna make it, have my homies doing bad 

Damn I got get this cash 

Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash 

Goddamn this shit so sad 

Caught him with his kids still took what he had 

Right now my city mad 

Everybody tryna get it but don't know where it's at 

 

It's murder murder had to talk about this four-hundred 

Chaos been dead, so my real nigga's been mad 

Been tapped it off, been gettin' this cash 

Down for whatever so this rapping shit my back 

Wiggle off, really slide when it's war nigga 

All my life was in that pen take that store nigga 

Damn this shit is sad, these bitch niggas making it 

Snitch niggas faking it, us real niggas is paving this way 

Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't feel this 

Wild, robbed the stash, on my daughter I can get it 

Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my money I ain't stopping 

Yeah I'm Slim to get it poppin' yeah 

Fuck y'all niggas, got no love for y'all niggas 

Clear mind, ain't no trust with y'all niggas 

I fall back, get to bust at y'all niggas 

I get this paper, can't look back 

Four-hundred from the block 

And this Bompton shit nigga 

I never stop, four-block 

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