Mob Style

Flippin'
Cop cars over, I’m dippin' (yea)
Trippin'
Molotov all in yo business (yea)
Slippin'
Off with his head, it’s written
You got to understand, the people have to pay the price for peace
If you dare to struggle, you dare to win — if you dare not to struggle then God
dammit you don’t deserve to win
Let me say peace to ya' if you’re willing to fight for it
Let me say it in the spirit of liberation
I got the gas, I got the gas, rollin' that petrol
Back of the class, if I rock a mask then we finna tussle
We got the muscle, I will not Gucci my buckle
And you know the code, when you on the phone they all in yo huddle
Slick wit the lingo, off with the head of a king though
Machete te vere Domingo, off with the head of a gringo
Young flame out the fire pit, tell a sick pig eat a dick
Heard they runnin' up the bank roll, muhfucka you can die rich, yea
If you get popped then it’s no regard, outlined in chalk on the boulevard
Old fool in a house of cards, ducked the crib in the Hamptons we’ll still toss
em off of Hudson Yards
They know it’s lit, soon as it hit, put the flame to his bodyguards
Blood on my enemies drippin' (yea)
Flippin'
Cop cars over, I’m dippin' (yea)
Trippin'
Molotov all in yo business (yea)
Slippin'
Off with his head, it’s written
When I leave, you can remember I said with the last words on my lips,
that I am a revolutionary
I’m am the people, I’m not the pig — you’ve got to make a distinction
And the people are going to have to attack the pigs, the people are going to
have to stand up against the pigs