The Mo City Don lyrics

[Hook]
K-I-N-G, the Mo City Don
I know you heard about me and this mission I'm on
But not in R-A-P, I'm just tryna live on
Not in the penitentiary, I'd rather be rolling chrome
In the P-E-N-T, my attitude is shown
Cause I've never been friendly, you should leave me alone
But if I S-L-I-P, and my brains get blown
Just listen at my CD cause I live in my song

[Z-Ro]
I'm just living my life
Not worried about no money or no women and I
Just rolling in something foreign with my gun at my side
Smoking designer doja, hope I don't run into one time
No particular destination, I just want to roam
Don't want to talk, I left all of my cellphones at home
All I need is fifteen pounds of leave me alone
Cause ain't nobody on this level I'm on
And all I see is murder, murder, my mind state
Preoccupied with homicide, tryna survive through this crime rate
Most of my homies hustle for big bucks, but blow it on bullsh*t
Then start complaining about how they can't come up
Association brings about simulation, you know what that mean?
Meet with a fiend and you too will become a dope fiend
The same thang goes for crooks and thieves
I'm not getting arrested again to give a lawyer my cheese
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[Z-Ro]
I'm covered in diamonds and gold
Try to take 'em away from me, I'll leave your body so swole
What I'm rolling is big enough to blow a hole in your soul
So take this Hen' and hypnotic and have a seat by the pole
Instead of killing your ass, I'd rather pour you a glass
I'm tired of being the reason people under the grass
But I won't lose sleep if Hoover murder your ass
I guess you couldn't keep the ghetto pass
Homie when I tell you I'm unjackable, I'm not just talking sh*t
I got guerillas everywhere, be careful who you walking with
But I'm an equal opportunity lender, I'm not a snob
Meet me in Mo City and I might just give you a job
Cause I'm looking for a few good men, tryna expand my operation
I've been local long enough, time to go nation
Making the transition from the streets to the fame
A couple clubs, gas stations and hotels in my name

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[Z-Ro]
I can do bad one deep
I wish I could flip in a Bentley coupe with just one seat
A box of Carnival Cigarillo and just one freak
And if I fall off before I ask for help, I'll leave lunch meat
I wear my pride on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeve
With the knowledge and understanding at three-sixty degrees
Ninety-five, the five P-E-R-C-E-N-T
Only a few real n*ggas but so many wannabe
Hell yeah, I've read the Holy Qur'an and the Good Book
Both of them investigated, give all clues and good look
And a real king don't have to wear his crown to rule
You know book sense without common sense is a damn fool
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