[Intro]

Mokuba

Mokuba Lives Beats

[Verse]

Been missing, I ain't feeling it

Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it

They took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs

I hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip

When I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead

Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck

I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second

But Ash need me, keeps calling again

Suttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs

The weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband

I could've text her and done me a quick two

Them niggas so prang, they're slapping they shit bands

And Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs

But I already know, I ain't gonna reply back

My pack half brown, half white, it's a ice frap

I really put work in the floor in the high flats

I should've never forced myself on the fast train

But we was fifteen with raps of the class A

And now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG

They gave bro life and that's why my heartache

Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates

And then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust

So me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break

I ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub

Fuck fistfights, you touch me, I swing this

Civils can't help him, watching him sinkin'

I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz

Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'

And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'

Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this

And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right

Cah suttin' got diced, a **** just limping

My sim jam-packed, I got fiends in the doorway

I tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye

He choking out, he can't breath, this the powers

He been at it for hours like he's battling a court case

Catting for the sorbet

Bro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours

Summertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers

Foot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward

But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award

I ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion

Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping

He ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting

But either way, I pattern the pattern, it get managed

Either way, I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted

I mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it

We could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage

But when they took T-Sav back, it all halted

Tell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen

I'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin

The hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin

Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'

I'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman

We make bands then the askaar 'nap gang

Fucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man

I need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan

My man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?

My nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke

I got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan

So when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke

I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook

So I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home

My mummy begs me stop switching up my phone

Cah she can't get through, she panics and call bro