You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
I was 14 years old when I jumped off that porch
Looked up to them hustlin' niggas, I wasn't that good on the court Momma ain't know I was trappin', skipping school, movin' that defense
I had to be the man of the house, no, my daddy ain't never teach me shit I couldn't listen to my teachers, they wasn't really makin' no money
I'd rather stand on the block and sell them seven bags and get my 20 You either gon' die or you gon' go to jail, that's what they always told me
Them niggas you with, you callin', brother, them really ain't your homies I had to learn the hard way, I know I should've listened, but I didn't
But I'm good, I ain't really trippin', grateful for everything that I've given Thank you, Lord, I know I be trippin' No, I ain't perfect, nobody is
I'm just focused on killin' these verses, breakin' the family curses This rap dirty, grab the detergent, I got them killers on urgent
That means stand back, niggas get so close on you, they can give you ass a high-five Everybody get shot, bullets goin' every which way like a lil nigga cock-eyed
I eat the beat, hot fries, real street nigga, mob ties
You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
Done seen it fall, but hustle in me, got it on me, no pretending' See greatness at the end, be surprised who ain't with you
No regrets of the past, made it here gradually Put respect on my name like bird and cash money
Had to earn stripes, young, posted with real OG's Taught balloons for packaging, dog food for currency
Try to walk in my shoes, but don't tell me you can't lead See the pump fakin', it ain't all what it's supposed to be
Double-crossed by family, well, at least that's what they seemed Heart frozen, wit a beam, seen them all turn to fiends
Scarface like Al Capone, took the good with the bad Chasin' lies, can't stoop to they level of demise
Rather count up digits than bein' broke, chasin' a high Been official, stayed solid, shit, I'm just bein' me morals and codes, raised a G Good fella, naturally, respect to J Prince, worldwide
F*ck with the mob, and got tied
You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
Jaee Dashh - Mob Ties (feat. T4 Tha Gr8) Lyrics
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You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
I was 14 years old when I jumped off that porch
Looked up to them hustlin' niggas, I wasn't that good on the court Momma ain't know I was trappin', skipping school, movin' that defense
I had to be the man of the house, no, my daddy ain't never teach me shit I couldn't listen to my teachers, they wasn't really makin' no money
I'd rather stand on the block and sell them seven bags and get my 20 You either gon' die or you gon' go to jail, that's what they always told me
Them niggas you with, you callin', brother, them really ain't your homies I had to learn the hard way, I know I should've listened, but I didn't
But I'm good, I ain't really trippin', grateful for everything that I've given Thank you, Lord, I know I be trippin' No, I ain't perfect, nobody is
I'm just focused on killin' these verses, breakin' the family curses This rap dirty, grab the detergent, I got them killers on urgent
That means stand back, niggas get so close on you, they can give you ass a high-five Everybody get shot, bullets goin' every which way like a lil nigga cock-eyed
I eat the beat, hot fries, real street nigga, mob ties
You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
Done seen it fall, but hustle in me, got it on me, no pretending' See greatness at the end, be surprised who ain't with you
No regrets of the past, made it here gradually Put respect on my name like bird and cash money
Had to earn stripes, young, posted with real OG's Taught balloons for packaging, dog food for currency
Try to walk in my shoes, but don't tell me you can't lead See the pump fakin', it ain't all what it's supposed to be
Double-crossed by family, well, at least that's what they seemed Heart frozen, wit a beam, seen them all turn to fiends
Scarface like Al Capone, took the good with the bad Chasin' lies, can't stoop to they level of demise
Rather count up digits than bein' broke, chasin' a high Been official, stayed solid, shit, I'm just bein' me morals and codes, raised a G Good fella, naturally, respect to J Prince, worldwide
F*ck with the mob, and got tied
You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
I was 14 years old when I jumped off that porch
Looked up to them hustlin' niggas, I wasn't that good on the court Momma ain't know I was trappin', skipping school, movin' that defense
I had to be the man of the house, no, my daddy ain't never teach me shit I couldn't listen to my teachers, they wasn't really makin' no money
I'd rather stand on the block and sell them seven bags and get my 20 You either gon' die or you gon' go to jail, that's what they always told me
Them niggas you with, you callin', brother, them really ain't your homies I had to learn the hard way, I know I should've listened, but I didn't
But I'm good, I ain't really trippin', grateful for everything that I've given Thank you, Lord, I know I be trippin' No, I ain't perfect, nobody is
I'm just focused on killin' these verses, breakin' the family curses This rap dirty, grab the detergent, I got them killers on urgent
That means stand back, niggas get so close on you, they can give you ass a high-five Everybody get shot, bullets goin' every which way like a lil nigga cock-eyed
I eat the beat, hot fries, real street nigga, mob ties
You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
Done seen it fall, but hustle in me, got it on me, no pretending' See greatness at the end, be surprised who ain't with you
No regrets of the past, made it here gradually Put respect on my name like bird and cash money
Had to earn stripes, young, posted with real OG's Taught balloons for packaging, dog food for currency
Try to walk in my shoes, but don't tell me you can't lead See the pump fakin', it ain't all what it's supposed to be
Double-crossed by family, well, at least that's what they seemed Heart frozen, wit a beam, seen them all turn to fiends
Scarface like Al Capone, took the good with the bad Chasin' lies, can't stoop to they level of demise
Rather count up digits than bein' broke, chasin' a high Been official, stayed solid, shit, I'm just bein' me morals and codes, raised a G Good fella, naturally, respect to J Prince, worldwide
F*ck with the mob, and got tied
You can't be scared to live your life, we take risks all the time
Real street nigga, I got real mob ties Whenever you talk to me nigga, you gotta look in my eyes
I cut a bitch off fast, I ain't gon' give you no tries I just want the truth, I don't do good with lies
I gotta stay solid, keep it real with mine I'm so different from these niggas, I'm on a whole other time
You ain't got no hustle in you, then you ain't my kind
Writer: Johnnie Rodriguez, Tavaris Blakemore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Jaee Dashh
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Johnnie Rodriguez, Tavaris Blakemore