[Intro: Beama]

Rob 1der man (The underground scientist)

Ya, street ties nigga (Ya)

Back at it with my nigga Loon, know what I'm saying

Matt Blaque, let's get it bro

[Verse 1: Beama]

Masterminding my thoughts, while I puff on this kush

Running all through the trap, like my name Reggie Bush

But ain't no reggie its kush, when I puff on a blunt

Gotta get my work together, its the 1st of the month

And I'm cashing these checks, while I'm off of in the jects

One hand on my bundle, one hand on my tech

Case these boys wanna test, then I'm cocking it back

Never one for hesitation, look I'm first to react

Now click clack (Click clack)

As a flame go through the barrel

Bullet headed for ya, bout to fuck up your apparel

You see I'm all about that quap, don't ever take it personal

Unless that was your chick that fucked my nigga in my circle tho'

Lets chill with all that ??? that's just what you was dealt

Just stay about your breed and your cheese, like a patty melt

That's just what you was dealt

But stay about your cheese and breed like a patty melt

[Chorus: Matt Blaque]

No matter what I do, I do it hood like the feds was on me (Like the feds was on me)

Just another young brother out here doin my thing (And I'm doing my thing)

Ima keep it mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea, Oh

Ima keep it mobbin'

Mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea

Ima keep it mobbin'

[Verse 2: Beama]

Now I'm back up on the block, same shit different story

All I want is paper, keep the fame and the glory

Hustle my life every day, while I'm off of the track

I'm just trying to feed my kids, straight up like that

Ain't no diamonds on my wrist, no diamonds on my chest

The real definition, I am dope boy fresh

See a natural born hustler, since I came out the womb

Ima stay the same way 'til I'm dead in my tomb

Sun up 'til sun down, still on a paperchase

I'm tryin' to win first place, cuz I'm in this paper race

Its money over everything, until the family rich

Cuz nigga we the mob, my whole family grit

Catch me in and out of traffic, with a smile on my face

Headed to the stash house, put some racks in a safe

Beama back in the place, with a strap on my waist

Case these boys start to trippin', then I'm catching a case

[Chorus: Matt Blaque]

No matter what I do, I do it hood like the feds was on me (Like the feds was on me)

Just another young brother out here doin my thing (And I'm doing my thing)

Ima keep it mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea

Ima keep it mobbin'

Mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea

Ima keep it mobbin'

[Verse 3: Berner]

I rock smooth beats and fuck beautiful girls

They say I rap too slow, I'm addicted to pills

I'm in your city wit it, loud shit, you smell through the bag

Got a crazy ass past and a brand new pad

God forgive me, everyone around me keep killing

Seen a baby get shot in the head, a cold feeling

I'm big chillin, Bern stack big faces

I roll up the dank just to taste it

White gold bracelet, today I'm out shopping

I had to go hard, cuz being brokes not an option

Gold bottle poppin', first class flights when I'm flyin'

Got a girl she Hawaiian, I just love the way she ride it

Too vicious

I'm in bed with 2 bitches

Bitches in the club blow me kisses, safe full of stacks

It ain't really safe where I'm at, buck 50 on the face of a ??? (rat?)

Like

[Chorus: Matt Blaque]

No matter what I do, I do it hood like the feds was on me (Like the feds was on me)

Just another young brother out here doin my thing (And I'm doing my thing)

Ima keep it mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea

Ima keep it mobbin'

Mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea

Ima keep it mobbin'

[Verse 4: Ron Ron]

We mobbin', mobbin', rolling up while I'm driving

Checking up on the squadron, heard that we had a problem

They said they outta work, so what's up Cuz

I'm calling cash on the line, I'm like what's up Blood (Yea)

I'm really in it, no pretending nor faking

My uncle used to tell me I just needed more patience

A hot head, light fed, hungry little heathen

Its all for respect, I don't need another reason

Seasoned, marinated, and I get saucy

I don't want your hoe, but homie betta get her off me

Because you know she love them real cats

That get fresh and 'ill leave ya cap peeled back

I don't gotta phony bone in my body

Keep a ninja ??? but I ain't known for karate (Yea)

Its KC, home of the killas

And if you ain't wit the business, then you betta get your scrilla

We Mobbin'

[Chorus: Matt Blaque]

No matter what I do, I do it hood like the feds was on me (Like the feds was on me)

Just another young brother out here doin my thing (And I'm doing my thing)

Ima keep it mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea

Ima keep it mobbin'

Mobbin', mobbin', mobbin', mobbin'

Oooh yea

Ima keep it mobbin'