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Mozzy - Untreated Trauma Album Lyrics



Mozzy - Untreated Trauma Lyrics






Straight to 4th

(Go Grizz)

If I die before I wake, then take me straight to 4th (then take me straight to 4th)
I got it set up where my children gon' be straight for sure (they gon' be straight for sure)
We throw Iraq in, after that, we finna paint the North (slide)
Just got a call from one of my dogs, he told me stay the course (yeah)
Passin' on her like a plate of pork (why?)
'Cause bitches left when I was draped in orange
On God, they never came to court (huh?)
Enduring pain 'til I can't take no more ('til I can't take no more)
I told my dog we gon' be rich, he told me say no more

Coffee cup on the coffee table, it's mud parties
Love hardly love you back, so I don't love hardly
And I'm too high to parallel 'em, let lil' bruh park it
Death threats ain't tooken lightly, we gon' plug shortly
Gang went from bein' broke to fully bust Cartis
And I'm proud, to say the least, 'cause I helped raised a beast
Talk to Pebbles, you know he said he gon' save a seat
It ain't the same without you, bitch, these niggas ain't as G
And they don't never tag they jeweler 'cause it's make-believe
I don't f*ck with those that f*ck with them and that's okay with me
We into decorating facials with this Maybelline
Probably bleed to death behind this shit, and that's on everything

If I die before I wake, then take me straight to 4th (then take me straight to 4th)
I got it set up where my children gon' be straight for sure (they gon' be straight for sure)
We throw Iraq in, after that, we finna paint the North (slide)
Just got a call from one of my dogs, he told me stay the course (yeah)
Passin' on her like a plate of pork (why?)
'Cause bitches left when I was draped in orange
On God, they never came to court (huh?)
Enduring pain 'til I can't take no more ('til I can't take no more)
I told my dog we gon' be rich, he told me say no more

Pebbles
You know we globally finessin' shit, nigga
In the name of Skeemo, nigga, Backend Skeemo
Forever schemin' like a motherf*cker
Love you dearly, brother, you already know, nigga
Long as I'm gettin' it, the whole's squad goin' legitimate
Shit be hard to accept the way you left, nigga
I remember you called me trippin' over the Mozzy chain
Like, "Bitch, I need big drum, nigga, I'm part of the elite team, nigga"
I remember them penitentiary phone calls, 4th
They love you in this motherf*cker, nigga, I'm in Solano
Bitch, this all they slappin' in here, nigga
Dope fiend rentals we used to go half on, nigga
Know it'd be all them back-to-back trips
Know what it is, bitch

If I die before I wake, then take me straight to 4th (then take me straight to 4th)
I got it set up where my children gon' be straight for sure (they gon' be straight for sure)
We throw Iraq in, after that, we finna paint the North (slide)
Just got a call from one of my dogs, he told me stay the course (yeah)
Passin' on her like a plate of pork (why?)
'Cause bitches left when I was draped in orange
On God, they never came to court (huh?)
Enduring pain 'til I can't take no more ('til I can't take no more)
I told my dog we gon' be rich, he told me say no more
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Paterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Beat the Case

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Scariest shit you've ever dreamed
.30 out the window with that .30 worst you've ever seen
With us, are you in it? Ain't no in between
Loaded but we focused
Bro and them done slid the last fifty weeks
He thought shit was sweet
Bite through with it now he missing teeth
Give him a forever sleep
Ask him, niggas know it's 2020
How Kentucky killed more niggas than Corona?
I can't see my aim bogus, I'ma have to walk up on him
The triple cross, ask him if he helped us whack his homie
I know Von gon' hold it even if he had to eat bologna
He ain't no scary, on his holster leave a nigga shirt holey
Then right up to God
Mr. Spin them all in a different car
Tryna get it finished up we spinnin' tryna end the war
Ready and out here coaching his little soldier, wish I listened more
Trappin' and I'm mackin', still got many in the kitchen drawers
Cross the country I connect the plugs, I'm the extension cord
I'm a real boss ain't no way we stand on equal floor
I'm a be right here for sure
Just hit me if you need some more

Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb' (yeah)
Remember when I got you out that jam? (yeah)
Who ain't let it cram?
Who ain't sit outside them niggas houses 3 A.M.?
Nigga, we don't do no playin'
It's oils over Xans, like it's Bookies over Za'
More than twenty gang members when I push inside a spot
We them niggas that's on God
Attorney want his wad
Prison priors prolly do me janky but it's MOB
Long as blood been on this job we gon' throw the lob (throw the lob)
Pour the fo's in this little ass soda pop (soda pop)
We got selections either drakey or the .40 pop
Just f*cked the homies baby mama at the homies spot
Forever HGM and them until I'm slaughtered
They ask me to leave the back door open and made a offer
Sixth or seventh grade we was stampin' shit with revolvers
I can get you clipped for a trinklet on my daughter
It go hrr, nigga

I ain't sellin' the chop 'cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you
When they found him he was stiff starin' into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face

I ain't sellin' the chop 'cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you
When they found him he was stiff starin' into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil' bruh gon' beat the case

Use your head knowledge is power
Movin' with my stomach still clutchin' I'm feelin' funny
Rappin' got me hot but I'm still in it, bro, dealin' for me
Cleaner than Easter Sunday
Cup full of Easter Pink
Hardheaded nigga, church service I went to sleep (it's f*cked up)
Thankful for the addict's Perc 30's they pay the fee (for real)
What can they say to me? (What?)
It's all profit ain't no blueprint to it
Just know I stuck to it
Grab my stick glue it
I'm prepared for anything
These streets have you in a maze
In the field like Willie Mays
Been through it they feel the pain
Rap game f*cked up, man, half of these niggas lame
Gimmicks, ain't agin' shit for they image I'm feelin' strange
Clarity VVS on my tint, as my wrist complete
How can I pay you for all the game God had gifted me?
Don't get it it's meant to be
Ain't no sellin' sticks 'cause I know this shit get deep

I ain't sellin' the chop 'cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you
When they found him he was stiff starin' into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face

I ain't sellin' the chop 'cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers 'round you
When they found him he was stiff starin' into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil' bruh gon' beat the case
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Patterson, Marcellus Register, George Stone III
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Tycoon

She diggin' in the ashtray 'cause she a doobie smoker
I'm jumpin' out this red 'Rari with the Super Soaker
Wheelchair can't save you, niggas'll push you over
Sour Patch inside this 'Wood, got a different odor
Ayy, cussin' out my bitch, hardly ever sober (shut yo' bitch ass up)
I be cussin' out my nigga, he done sold the blower (Theodork)
Suckers out here loafin', we gon' blow his motor
Old ass trey-five-seven, you guys deserve a holster
Post to poke him in the pen but you ain't get the kite
It ain't no option when you bangin', bitch, this shit for life (Pebbles)
Wockesha and lil' Trisha got me missin' flights
I'm finna blow down on this ho, I think she in the heights

Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, "Slide through"
Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too
Ayy, all my niggas trained to go on sight (trained to go on sight)
Choppa with double D's, drop the low and you iced (drop the low and you iced)
You slidin' with your yeekie, I slither with mine too (yeah)
Cubicles in your Carti, it's glitter in mine too
Now a days, when there's smoke, they take it straight to the neck
For the temporary clout that don't amount to respect, nigga, huh

Free Scalene, I'll never buy a bitch Celine
Dopest nigga out my jurisdiction out of me and Skeem
Cha-ching, yeah, that's the chicken callin'
Them little fiddles that you owe me, I ain't trippin' off it
She sprinkle powder on her nipple, I'm a sniff it off it
A hunnid G's for all them P's, I'm finna get it off 'em, yeah
I'm sippin' often, that's the only thing that heal a nigga
You better not cry 'bout my death until you kill a nigga
Wolfin' on the Mozzy, you for real, my nigga?
Like I ain't put a chain around you when you came around me
You ain't gon' squeeze when it get greasy, you can't hang around me
We never loafin', rather play the bounty, on Pebbles

Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, "Slide through"
Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too
Ayy, all my niggas trained to go on sight (trained to go on sight)
Choppa with double D's, drop the low and you iced (drop the low and you iced)
You slidin' with your yeekie, I slither with mine too (yeah)
Cubicles in your Carti, it's glitter in mine too
Now a days, when there's smoke, they take it straight to the neck
For the temporary clout that don't amount to respect, nigga, huh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




My Life Different

(Forever Rollin')

My life different (yeah)
Cell'd up with a killer that's fightin' a life sentence and (and that's on folks)
He'll do anything to come home aside of snitchin' (what's happenin' though?)
Slide senseless, choppa gon' fry chicken
They love me like side bitches (yeah)
My life different (haan)
Cell'd up with a killer that's fightin' a life sentence and (and that's on folks)
He'll do anything to come home aside of snitchin' (what's happenin' though?)
Slide senseless, choppa gon' fry chicken
They love me like side bitches (yeah)

Pull up in that new 'vert, too turnt
Indicated smoke then we gon' smoke ya, nigga, shoot first
He ain't see the yard at the reception, hit the shoe first
Scared to do that nickel, they just offered, shit, and do dirt
Put that nigga portrait on a crewneck, new merch
Die or go to jail behind our politics, the truth hurt
Pray to God that they don't find his yeeki if they do search
We know you a rodent, seen that documented schoolwork
Respect the gangsta with some paper
Did the hood a million favors
Talkin' more so than the mayor
We really put in labor, nothin' major niggas did though
And they ain't even pick him out a headstone
Been gone

My life different (yeah)
Cell'd up with a killer that's fightin' a life sentence and (and that's on folks)
He'll do anything to come home aside of snitchin' (what's happenin' though?)
Slide senseless, choppa gon' fry chicken
They love me like side bitches (yeah)
My life different (haan)
Cell'd up with a killer that's fightin' a life sentence and (and that's on folks)
He'll do anything to come home aside of snitchin' (what's happenin' though?)
Slide senseless, choppa gon' fry chicken
They love me like side bitches (yeah)

Main line removal, the suckas is mainly poodles, yeah
Homicide cleanin' up they noodles, shit get brutal
All them F&N insides your raps, why you ain't use 'em?
Blood was up against it and ain't tell, so we salute 'em
Modified sticks be in the palms of all my shooters
Nigga, you are only way out, keep on hoopin'
It's M-O-Z-Z-Y or you can die and that's the movement
Talk about no killin' 'round my killas 'til you prove it, dufus
You weren't out there woopin' like we woopin'
Nigga, ruthless
On Pebbles, this shit chose me I ain't choose it
All these put-ons talkin' like they puttin' on shit amusing
And I can't even listen to they music, that shit foolish
You ain't do shit

My life different (yeah)
Cell'd up with a killer that's fightin' a life sentence and (and that's on folks)
He'll do anything to come home aside of snitchin' (what's happenin' though?)
Slide senseless, choppa gon' fry chicken
They love me like side bitches (yeah)
My life different (haan)
Cell'd up with a killer that's fightin' a life sentence and (and that's on folks)
He'll do anything to come home aside of snitchin' (what's happenin' though?)
Slide senseless, choppa gon' fry chicken
They love me like side bitches (yeah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Reeboks

(Straight motherf*ckin' ballers)

It's hella shells inside this G-Lock
Feelin' like the block is hot, Weezy in these Reeboks
Yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the D spot
Tweaker tried to drown us 'cause I sold his ass some sheet rock, yeah
It's hella shells inside this G-Lock
I'm feelin' like the block is hot, Weezy in these Reeboks
Yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the D spot
Tweaker tried to drown us 'cause I sold his ass some sheet rock (on Pebbles)

How the f*ck I'm gon' respect you when your hood don't?
Boss Market, meet me there, yeah, that's our hood store
Thirty-sixes for the pint but that's a jug though
I'm callin' Thizzle for the skipper, he got good dope
Can't stand to be around no hater, shit be rubbin' off
The streets is in me, it ain't on me, you can't scrub 'em off
And 'fore I take another loss, you prolly lose somebody
They show me photos of the perp, but I ain't knew nobody
Who got a social they can loan me? Let me use somebody's
Chop all the fiddles down the middle like I know karate
Pistachio, can store a drakey in this Maserati
I'm levelheaded 'til it's up and then it's kamikaze

It's hella shells inside this G-Lock
Feelin' like the block is hot, Weezy in these Reeboks
Yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the D spot
Tweaker tried to drown us 'cause I sold his ass some sheet rock, yeah
It's hella shells inside this G-Lock
I'm feelin' like the block is hot, Weezy in these Reeboks
Yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the D spot
Tweaker tried to drown us 'cause I sold his ass some sheet rock (on Pebbles)

Place your order, we'll get it 'cross the border
We ridin' with mini choppers like them Haitians up in Florida
If baby ain't talkin' guala, ain't no problem, I ignore her
Fell in love with this property, shots will fill up your foreign
F*ck a citizen's app, we ain't sendin' no warnin'
No measure we pourin' it, two hunnid, we floorin' it
Been the nigga, my nigga, you can go and make sure of it
I tried to put him on and he ain't know how to flip a quarter P
Turnt a square bitch into a savage, now she forkin' it
Get no dick, I only feed the ho pork and grits
I've been havin' all this horse shit since some shorty shit
Tweaker came back geekin' on me 'cause I short him shit

It's hella shells inside this G-Lock
Feelin' like the block is hot, Weezy in these Reeboks
Yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the D spot
Tweaker tried to drown us 'cause I sold his ass some sheet rock, yeah
It's hella shells inside this G-Lock
I'm feelin' like the block is hot, Weezy in these Reeboks
Yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the D spot
Tweaker tried to drown us 'cause I sold his ass some sheet rock
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Whole 100

She keep it a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
I know if shit go down then she gon' always keep it G, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid
Yeah, she love how it feel she know why she f*ck with me, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
I know if shit go down then she gon' always keep it G, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid
Yeah, I know she for real, I know how she f*ck with me, yeah

Hunnid and some more of it
Got her Instagram but never show nothin'
Had the chance to rap but she ain't know nothin'
She ain't let me poke nothin' for hella long, classy
And she 'bout her bag she gon' chase it down, athlete
Whisper, "It's a boy" ,every time we do the nasty?
Diggin' my dirty ass nails inside her ass cheeks
She don't play the backseat, she front and center
And push the illest line behind me 'cause she love a nigga
Yeah, she keep it a whole hunnid, that's off the dribble
She got me out my element, I never had these feelings
And she ain't never had a nigga worth these kinds of millions
But the chemistry is velvet, let me tell it, I can feel it

She keep it a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
I know if shit go down then she gon' always keep it G, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid
Yeah, she love how it feel she know why she f*ck with me, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
I know if shit go down then she gon' always keep it G, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid
Yeah, I know she for real, I know how she f*ck with me, yeah

I been out here on this road runnin' (out)
I'm breathin' on you when I call, don't need to hold nothin'
'Cause it's Alfredo on the table when my phone buzzin' (hello)
Lonely hustling is equivalent to long duckets (yeah)
We hold grudges 'til we smoke somthin' (hrr, hrr)
Here go the pack, don't f*ck it up if you gon' roll somethin' (if you gon' roll somethin')
Ninety-nine plus a penny, that's a whole hunnid (ayy, that's a whole hunnid)
The way she keep it, ain't no secret she a keeper
I got demons that I'm fightin', we gon' jump 'em when I meet 'em

Damn, you waited up
If I pull up in you section is they gon' set me up?
I ain't gotta keep talkin' 'bout these blues 'cause that's obvious
Niggas always talkin' bout they tools and they ain't poppin' it
Ain't married so I'm a pull up on your body
You know I'm 'bout it, yeah, yeah
I sip a lot of red
Take you on a trip, a lot of f*ckin' and a lot of head
Take you to Atlanta, let shit flip, she blow a lot of bread
Ayy, Fendi shit, Louis shit, Prada shit

She keep it a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
I know if shit go down then she gon' always keep it G, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid
Yeah, she love how it feel she know why she f*ck with me, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
I know if shit go down then she gon' always keep it G, yeah
She keep it a whole hunnid
Yeah, I know she for real, I know how she f*ck with me, yeah
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Writer: Timothy P. Patterson, Kalan Montgomery
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Slimey

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube (yeah)
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicy on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube (yeah)
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicy on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move

I ain't funkin' with my niggas on no social site
That EDD'll give you twenty if the social right
The sucka must ain't get the memo that it's on for life
He wanna box like we ain't put his partner in a box
I hate the niggas that don't slide but always send the drop
And my behind the arc is pretty, ain't gon' miss a shot
I look for signs, I'm tryna see if you gon' switch or not
It's Cinnabon's on everything when woady spin the block
Don't stick your nose inside my business, shit'll get you popped
Not only jeopardize my freedom but I risk a lot (on God)
My youngin' twelve and raisin' hell, can barely lift the chop
I shit you not, he pull that thang and take the shit you got

Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube (yeah)
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicy on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube (yeah)
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicy on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move

Hey, I get tired of all the lies
Like when you see me, you gon' slide
'Cause when you see me you be vibin' like you love a nigga (like you love a nigga)
And all these cases they got open, they still hunt a nigga (yeah)
I spent a hunnid for this chain, why would I tuck it nigga? (Yeah)
Hey, that lil' Cartier too plain, go 'head and bust it, nigga
I treat him like he got the Covid, I don't trust you niggas
I heard it's up, then tell him book me for a show or somethin'
I bet I show up like promoters and them owe me somethin'
We smokin' cutie by the onion, it's exotic flavors (exotic flavors)
They turn lil' dootie to a doobie, he was not a gangsta (not a gangsta)
Your resume has been displayed and it ain't nothin' major
I kept it player 'bout these bitches, y'all be player haters (yeah)

Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube (yeah)
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicy on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube (yeah)
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicy on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Let You Know

Yeah, ayy
Like don't we all love beautiful things?
We love when the sun shine
But don't we hate when it rain?
What's joy without pain?
Even though I still complain
I can't be sittin' on my ass
But I'm beggin' for change
See, I can't dwell on my past
I gotta prepare for the change
I gotta keep my circle tight
Gotta stay away from these lames

I wanted money over fame, but I got rich and famous
I made a vow to stay the same but all these niggas changin'
Where the f*ck you were when we were ridin' 'round hittin' banks
Had to put my feelings to the side 'cause all these niggas shady
And I cried a thousand times, I ain't never cried in no Mercedes
I think the last time I cried, I lost my old lady, yeah

Love is somethin' you can't control
I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you
I ain't put no pressure on you
F*ck me good and then I'm gone
I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you
I ain't put no pressure on you

Baby face, he gon' hop out blammin' with a Arabian K
Bet not double dribble, you get riddled as we fade away
Made a way, nothin' from my gangsta you could take away
I brung it back to fourth and included killers in on every play
Catch a case, he ain't built for prison, bitch, I bet he break
Bet he bring your name up as the shooter, let that resonate
Premeditated murder on my mind, that shit like everyday
Liquidate my trophies just to see the homies levitate
Moved mama out of Section 8
Then blessings came, we blessed the game
Respect the game for what it's worth
We put in work and made it work
Forever, I'ma bang the turf
See ya sucka, spank him first
One of the homies died
The only time you'd see the gang in church

Love is somethin' you can't control
I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you
I ain't put no pressure on you
F*ck me good and then I'm gone
I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you
I ain't put no pressure on you
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Patterson, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Step Brothers

(Mike G Beats)

I been bouncin' out with bag all in y'alls shit
Big ol' .40 make me sad, plus it's dog shit, nigga
Wide receiver star catcher, I play offense
Illegal man, he can't be in the field 'cause dog snitchin'
Only real niggas on my team, bitch, I keep killas 'round me
They drill about me, he ain't rat, that's why he still around me
For real my family, he was drankin' when they tried to down me
And niggas went straight to the internet 'cause niggas clout fiends
Soul stripper, I'm a trip, that's on my mother children, ayy
Ain't got a yeeki of his own then he ain't comin' with us
To keep it a hunnid, that ain't my dog, that's just my brother, nigga
They f*ck with suckas over there, bitch, we don't f*ck with niggas

Bitch we steppin', stuck together that's my step brother
I only play offense in the field, we tryna catch somethin', nigga
F*ck candle lights, when niggas die, we outside headhuntin'
And we press play, we gon' double back if we don't stretch nothin'
We steppin', stuck together that's my step brother
I only play offense in the field, we tryna catch somethin', nigga
F*ck candle lights, when niggas die, we outside headhuntin'
And we press play, we gon' double back if we don't stretch nothin'

Hrr, hrr, shots fired, nigga, take that
He ain't from my gang, that nigga lyin', he's a J cat
Say what? Oh, you a non-affiliate, then say that
We gon' press play 'cause we ain't playin', run that play back
Blood ain't never bodied nobody and I can bang that
Photos of me throwin' up fours, yeah, this shit go way back
If he ain't utilizin' utensils then run the K back
'97 Buick LeSabre feel like a Maybach
Bitch we steppin', step on anything about my brother
Word to granny, 'fore she left me said, "All we got was each other"
Bitch we steppin', you steppin' like we steppin' drop a addy
I'ma pull up tweakin' like yo' step daddy, nigga

Bitch we steppin', stuck together that's my step brother
I only play offense in the field, we tryna catch somethin', nigga
F*ck candle lights, when niggas die, we outside headhuntin'
And we press play, we gon' double back if we don't stretch nothin'
We steppin', stuck together that's my step brother
I only play offense in the field, we tryna catch somethin', nigga
F*ck candle lights, when niggas die, we outside headhuntin'
And we press play, we gon' double back if we don't stretch nothin'
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Writer: Timothy P. Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave




Again and Again

She don't want me f*ckin' on her friends but I don't care, yeah
Just poured a four but well aware
There's too much blood spilled for anything that they repaired
That's just how it is ain't finna cry about what's fair

Shit that I be doin' it make it hard to sleep (it'll make it hard to sleep)
F*ck how they dress it up niggas ain't hard as me (niggas ain't hard as me)
Whatever they charge y'all they don't be chargin' me
Again and again, we cop again and again, yeah
Pebble Beach is like my rib that shit a part of me (that shit a part of me)
You ain't my nigga like you think if you ain't starve with me (if you ain't starve with me)
Gotta pour up four or more to get my heart to beat
Again and again, pour up again and again, yeah

Uh
Late night tryna to find a nigga
That was back when Live Wire and them were supposed to sign a nigga
I ain't call that hit when doggy blitzed ain't gotta lie to niggas
We don't claim attempts, I do skits and really fry a nigga
You know how I'm slidin' bout it
Damn near lose my mind 'bout it
Big boned Bentley, I'm exquisite in this wide body
Drive it like I got the pink
Tell them pussies talk is cheap
Never turn my back on Kill Bill he did a lot for me
I can't let you dead out, Lil' Diego let off shots with me
Love you Auntie Nitta, all her boys was on the block with me
Reckless in the bommentary section niggas bomedy
Caught you with a pole you on parole and said they dropped the yeek, woah

Shit that I be doin' it make it hard to sleep (it'll make it hard to sleep)
F*ck how they dress it up niggas ain't hard as me (niggas ain't hard as me)
Whatever they charge y'all they don't be chargin' me
Again and again, we cop again and again, yeah
Pebble Beach is like my rib that shit a part of me (that shit a part of me)
You ain't my nigga like you think if you ain't starve with me (if you ain't starve with me)
Gotta pour up four or more to get my heart to beat
Again and again, pour up again and again, yeah

Ayy, blood forever in my favor for that shit he did
Set it down ain't say a word even though he miss his kids
Attorney paid in full I hope this lifts his spirits
If blood a rat then kill his ass we ain't gon' interfere
Niggas weird
Fallin' short of greatness is my biggest fear
The clip is clear
Rapidly unload it watch it disappear
Been this for years
Slappin' Uzzy Snubbz while I'm switchin' gears
I'm a trophy for these suckas I be in them mirrors, uh
If it ain't a paid appearance ain't got no business there
Millionaire
Fifty in these 'Miri's barely fit in there
Send the lo-lo where you want em, we gon' get em there
Overnight switch up on distributors when overpriced
Ah

Shit that I be doin' it make it hard to sleep (it'll make it hard to sleep)
F*ck how they dress it up niggas ain't hard as me (niggas ain't hard as me)
Whatever they charge y'all they don't be chargin' me
Again and again, we cop again and again, yeah
Pebble Beach is like my rib that shit a part of me (that shit a part of me)
You ain't my nigga like you think if you ain't starve with me (if you ain't starve with me)
Gotta pour up four or more to get my heart to beat
Again and again, pour up again and again, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Timothy P. Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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Untreated Trauma is the sixth studio album by American rapper Mozzy. It was released on September 17, 2021 via Mozzy Records/EMPIRE. It features guest appearances from Babyface Ray, Celly Ru, E Mozzy, EST Gee, Kalan.FrFr and YFN Lucci. The album peaked at number 19 on the US Billboard 200 chart.


In the week of October 2, 2021, Untreated Trauma debuted at number 19 on the Billboard 200 with 19,500 album-equivalent units (including 10,500 in pure album sales), making it the best-selling R&B/hip-hop album for that week. The album also accumulated 11.5 million on-demand streams that same week.

Untreated Trauma also debuted at number 10 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart and at number 9 on the Top Rap Albums, becoming Mozzy's first and second top-10 album on both charts respectively and his sixth entry overall on both charts.
Performed By: Mozzy
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 27:45
Released: September 17th, 2021
Year: 2021

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