M.$.K. ft. Trench

Yeah Mob Dolla Krew we the big squad

Fucking with us metal in your core like a corn cob

Fire on these tracks and in these streets no I can't stop

Keep going hard every time until this shit pops

I been going off been spitting raw no bapping

Love talking all that ra ra there ain't no action

I was in the county all my homies held me down after

Things turned sideways and 12 tried to interrogate

I ain't tell 'em shit fuck the cops I don't associate

Want to come around and act bool well it's a little late

You ain't come around when there was ramen on my dinner plates