Intro (Mr. Record Label)

I'm saying man, soon as they know

Moz ain't nothing to fuck with

They gotta let us in

If not, we just gon straight up go in there, blasting tho…

Chorus ( $ir Jeremias)

Oh This ain't for everybody (2x)

BODY So you woke up in the Morning and you thought that

You can Raaaap

Man This ain't for everybody BODY

You ain't even Dress FRESH you ain't even into Fashion

Shit This ain't for everybody (6x)

BODY

1st Verse ($ir Jeremias)

Woke up in the Morning feeling so Maquiavelic

Damn it Saw the girl from Camp Mula on the Telli

Baby if you let me imma put It in Your Belly

And if You're a Freak we can Shoot it on my Celly, Jerry

I studied the Greats, stepped in the Game

Yea imma Spray, done for the Day Enemies Dead, back to the cribow Rolled up a Jay, munchies and Games

Ashes on Trays, Ba$e for the neighbours, Ma$$ive complaints

My Land Lady like fuck it, these niggas Cray

She Called the Cops we go to Jail Go out on Bail

Back to the $treets You fucking with Gs

This MOZ what the hell you know bout Mozambique

The bitches fly, the bitches Ghetto, Shout out My Moz Sisters

They ain't even need a chaser they drink that Raw Liquor

They Bring the pack of wisher$

Light Up that Bigidybong, This That Moz Lifestyle This shit ain't for everybody ah

Chorus ($ir Jeremias)

Oh This ain't for everybody (2x)

BODY So you woke up in the Morning and you thought that

You can Raaaap

Man This ain't for everybody BODY

You ain't even Dress FRESH you ain't even into Fashion

Shit This ain't for everybody (6x)

BODY

Bridge

Chorus ($ir Jeremias)

Oh This ain't for everybody (2x)

BODY So you woke up in the Morning and you thought that

You can Raaaap

Man This ain't for everybody BODY

You ain't even Dress FRESH you ain't even into Fashion

Shit This ain't for everybody (6x)

BODY

1st Verse ($lick)

Woke up in the morning thinking what a fuckIn party

Hold up, oh lord, I can feel another body

Damn whats her name was it Bela was it Bony

Bitch yawnin, feelin like she woke up in a new Bugatti

$hawty time to leave but Lemme check ma wallet

Cuz I’m ballin, she could rob me, Mozambican alcoholic

But this ain't for everybody, everybody, We da G'z can’t spell? $ee our faces they waving like Harry Potter, Catch us $ippin on Bacardi and blowin Marley wit $hawtys

And taking shots like an army, dis party ain't even started Volcanoes when we recording, they like shit you on fire, Im like $ir Jeramih dis dat Moz illuminati

Ohh lord niga, THey getting nervous, from certain bottles we purchase

With bitches n purses, ass to da surface, when they be twerkin

They keep returning and giving us service, like they be nurses

Pussy niggas can't approach like they allergic

But dis ain't for errybody

Chorus