Gold Mobb Anthem lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Looking at a n*gga from the bottom
The real bottom of the pill bottle
Told my n*gga that I got to shoot a video to make it
And he came with the cam like Vado
Pizz slick with the bars, can't buy those...
Less you talking about cutting them bands
My n*ggas on the block cutting it up with them pans
And I'm tryna plan me a trip to Japan
I mean who it possibly be?
To the game ain't no blocking me, need what I got to receive
Thought it was locked 'til I got me a key
Steady at running at the mouth
When my n*ggas get to airing it is not McKie
You goofies balling, not McGee
My crew keep balling, not fatigue
Yo' b*tch blend in with me, not fatigue
Getting top, blowing sour deis'
You look sour coward
Getting it 24 hour, Jack Bauer
You n*ggas rocking them spikes done jacked Bowser
If I want it I just shoot my shot and it enter net like a browser
Then I just make sure my section ate like public housing
Gotta make it a public outting when I out you n*ggas for doubting
You could never discount me even though I got all these vouchers
Leave prints on the game, that Albert
n*ggas pardon my caliber, you outdated on a calendar, end up scathing an amateur
My n*gga Cardo on the beat n*gga
They just traded Durant to the heat n*gga
Never lose but you see what's on da feet n*gga
Need a b*tch so bad, could get an insomniac to sleep with her
[Hook:]
Ugh
And we just outchea politicin'
Suited up, looking like a politician
On my Gold Mobb sh*t what you doin ho?
It ain't what you do, its who you doin' in for