Coast2Coast
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Usually was a Saturday when moms used to take me to the city
Saying "This is where I'm from"
Yeah she made it from the slum
Giving thanks to God for what He gave the boy
My dad gave all he had to raise his boys
And enjoys passing down the wisdom from my Nana
Summer hotter than Havana
In the heat of the moment you could be the hottest thing
Or they cast your ass back out like you never did anything
What is the worth of a dream in a place like this
Can you put a price tag on a dream like this
I can't stand it like handicap
Can't feed the fam with no hand clap
City of angels
So why do I feel niggas eyeing me
Watching my every move like they've been in my shoes
They want to retire me
Some of the strongest hate that I get on the daily is deafening silence
Nobody giving the kid any guidance
But I know my cuz got me
And my big bro E
His flow too clean
He said no one could stop me
If I learned one thing from him it's stay consistent
Don't you stop
Or you'll end up stuck here in your city
Popping that bottle top
On the nightly
I most likely mix my hits till 3 A.M.
I'm stacking all my chips on the table before the game begin
I'm gold hearted never grew too cold to those who do the most
Don't really ask for much I'm just trying to go coast to coast
Live
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
So I walk into the venue I got my CD on deck
Me and my girl was just off that night
She just came for my neck
But it's cool, I'm straight
I got my Fresh Prince jersey and my city sneakers on
They ain't doing my dirty this time
Boy you dead wrong
It's blunts and drinks in every hand
They spaced out boy, they aliens
Everything's the same again
Except now it's just in person
Oh great, now I got sweaty palms
There's no way this could worsen
Except when I get off the stage I have to face the empty faces
Bitches twerking on each other
Why do I still entertain this
Maybe this is not for me
I can still leave but not without the score
Why it always be a competition with rap
I mean battle rapping yeah I get that
But did i pay y'all to get backlash
I guess so
Hours pass, they keep hitting the gas
Chop it up with the rappers who did this shit with some class
Shoutout my brother, Tyler, down in Houston
Oh wait, the results came in
I pull my phone out, take a look at what they sent
But I don't take those votes too close to heart
Cause I am not running for president
I guess until the money starts stacking it's clearly evident
I'll have to be complacent with being an Inland resident
I'm over fucking with the city
Now I'm now I'm now I'm celibate
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this
Fucked up
Yeah
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Usually was a Saturday when moms used to take me to the city
Saying "This is where I'm from"
Yeah she made it from the slum
Giving thanks to God for what He gave the boy
My dad gave all he had to raise his boys
And enjoys passing down the wisdom from my Nana
Summer hotter than Havana
In the heat of the moment you could be the hottest thing
Or they cast your ass back out like you never did anything
What is the worth of a dream in a place like this
Can you put a price tag on a dream like this
I can't stand it like handicap
Can't feed the fam with no hand clap
City of angels
So why do I feel niggas eyeing me
Watching my every move like they've been in my shoes
They want to retire me
Some of the strongest hate that I get on the daily is deafening silence
Nobody giving the kid any guidance
But I know my cuz got me
And my big bro E
His flow too clean
He said no one could stop me
If I learned one thing from him it's stay consistent
Don't you stop
Or you'll end up stuck here in your city
Popping that bottle top
On the nightly
I most likely mix my hits till 3 A.M.
I'm stacking all my chips on the table before the game begin
I'm gold hearted never grew too cold to those who do the most
Don't really ask for much I'm just trying to go coast to coast
Live
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
So I walk into the venue I got my CD on deck
Me and my girl was just off that night
She just came for my neck
But it's cool, I'm straight
I got my Fresh Prince jersey and my city sneakers on
They ain't doing my dirty this time
Boy you dead wrong
It's blunts and drinks in every hand
They spaced out boy, they aliens
Everything's the same again
Except now it's just in person
Oh great, now I got sweaty palms
There's no way this could worsen
Except when I get off the stage I have to face the empty faces
Bitches twerking on each other
Why do I still entertain this
Maybe this is not for me
I can still leave but not without the score
Why it always be a competition with rap
I mean battle rapping yeah I get that
But did i pay y'all to get backlash
I guess so
Hours pass, they keep hitting the gas
Chop it up with the rappers who did this shit with some class
Shoutout my brother, Tyler, down in Houston
Oh wait, the results came in
I pull my phone out, take a look at what they sent
But I don't take those votes too close to heart
Cause I am not running for president
I guess until the money starts stacking it's clearly evident
I'll have to be complacent with being an Inland resident
I'm over fucking with the city
Now I'm now I'm now I'm celibate
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this
Fucked up
Yeah
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
Mob with a nigga
Mob with a nigga
I'm still trying to get rich
Yeah I've been plotting
They stay watching
They fucked up in this bitch
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Writer(s): Cristopher Lewis
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