[Producer Tag] Sync. [Background Track: Old Record Sample] [High-pitched Female Vocals Sample] (Não quero flor no caixão, nem consolo em oração,) (Quero a vida inteira, quero a paz na minha mão.) (A quebrada quer futuro, o menino quer sonhar,) (Nossa gente não é alvo pra ninguém atirar.) [Verse 1] I came up where the lift was f*cked and reeking of piss Council block, mum boiling water just to bathe the kid She said "pray to God", I grabbed the scale and chopped a brick Seen bad men turn to absolute p*ssy when bullets hit Black whip creeping on the curb, dark tint, no lights Double-tap the trigger, leave his guts on the turnpike Carpet soaked in blood, scrubbing gore out the rug Laughing through the trauma, yeah, I’m raised by cold thugs Used to move raw poison wrapped in foil to the fiends Now my little bro ask why my body’s chopped up at the seams I told him "that’s the f*cking tax when you’re chasing green" Every handshake’s a venomous snake behind the screen She love the cold look, but my mind is a f*cking war Smile on my face, but I'll drag your corpse across the floor When I say "family", I mean who’s dumping clips on the spot Not who talks tough till the brass shells start dropping hot [Pre-Chorus] They want the gold, don't know the f*cking bleed Want the glory, don't know the gutter greed I got carved up in the dirt, still I make 'em bleed Same dead block, same motherf*cking need Ayy, tell 'em again Don't run your f*cking mouth if you never held a blade Ayy, tell 'em again Mob ties deep, we paid the toll in graves [Chorus] Mob ties, mob ties Bleed out, straight lies Mob ties, mob ties Who's catching bodies when the brother dies? Mob ties, mob ties No tears, no f*cking cries Mob ties, mob ties We put 'em under, don't ask why (ayy) [Verse 2] Seen my day-ones turn to straight snakes for a dime One minute "brother", next minute dropping dime to the feds on my time That’s why I keep the pole loaded right on my hip And my line strictly locked when the glock gotta hit Young, dumb, reckless, itching for a f*cking hit Thought I was invincible till the copper hit the knee and sh*t You lose your f*cking jaw on that pavement slab When the fiends want a fix and the feds do a sweep and grab Got an American b*tch, she love the way I talk nasty Said "you sound like a psycho" with a grin that's raspy I said "nah, I’m just done with the fake-ass b*tching" Too many soft cunts posing for a picture in the kitchen Don't give a f*ck about your clout, I want blood and my check The block's bleeding out, got a target on my neck Still I stitch up the wounds, load the magazine tight Turn a gory f*cking massacre into a violent highlight [Bridge] [Sampled Female Vocals] If the loyalty's fake, I smell the sh*t from a mile away Fake smiles, fake snakes, put a bullet through their face today Raised on "shoot first, don't ever hesitate" Now they want my life story for a tabloid debate [Vyx Vocals] Nah We move like hitmen through the rainy mist All that internet beefing, you're a f*cking b*tch I survived the slaughterhouse, cut through the middle Got a hollow-point bullet in my shoulder, just a little (ayy) [Chorus] Mob ties, mob ties Bleed out, straight lies Mob ties, mob ties Who's catching bodies when the brother dies? Mob ties, mob ties No tears, no f*cking cries Mob ties, mob ties We put 'em under, don't ask why (ayy)
