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letra de sheezus (cover) - mob rule

[intro:]
uh, shout out to dahi, mr. midas
here we go!

[verse 1:]
the flow smooth like mj had a hand in it
no hands on the wheel, escaping for the minute
i ride or die for my homies and my hood (west)
my cash money like caillou and you can bet my music good
self-defense on the beat with that one-two (huh huh)
be a b-tterfly and float through the open blue
uh huh, modest and honest all rolled into one
this rap is a battle and it is apparent i’ve already won (easy)
ring ring, the cows came home; it’s lunch time
all these rappers in the game finna fall in line
hail to the chief, the one who put in all this work
you’re six feet under and i’m the first to throw in dirt

[chorus:]
i been on my grind and i’m comin’ up
cutting through this traffic just to take a sip from that holy cup
we reppin’ our region, my palace is rubble
but i’ll be eating clams casino while i watch profits double
jay, ‘ye, and the rest of them, are they gon’ multiply?
these men are monuments, their lux be blocking out the sky
trappin’ out the house while the drums they lead us
who wants the crown more? who gonna be sheezus?

[verse 2:]
man, finally all that flexin’ done
just trying to look trill when i am under the gun
ain’t nearly the greatest; don’t have homies in paris
but we on sight for the throne so can’t afford to get careless
prolly sound like a backpack track of a$ap
like mob, like mob, we never worry ’cause we rule the trap
now all this beat needs is the perfect atmosphere
put on that ritz, spit shine my lyrics ’til my message clear
you know what? i hope there’s snow every month
won’t sell her s-x and her flow chillier than a cold front
uh huh. it’s true. you can be a good kid and still get mad stacks
but with everything gold, nothing glitters
not all riders have ambitions that are full of maybachs

[chorus (variation):]
i been on my grind and i’m comin’ up
cutting through this traffic just to take a sip from that holy cup
reppin’ only a region, my palace is rubble
i dream of eating clams with clams while watching profits double
jay, ‘ye, and the rest of them, they better multiply
these men are monuments who made the rap game kiss the sky
trappin’ out the house while the drums they lead us
who wants the crown more? who gonna be sheezus?

[bridge (2x):]
all the goons ’round me, they fightin’ about
who’s the real o.g? we finna find out
runnin’ through the pack to be the leader
who gon be sheezus? who gon be sheezus?

- mob rule

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