Fitted like da cap covering his eyes
Eyes of love soul filled with hate
Hate filled finger for da trigga of da 4-5
4-5 on his hip vest on his chest
Chest a dedication to family, hommies, and hood
Hood fame so niggaz know his name
Name not government but it fit him just da same
Same objective every night M.O.B
Money Over Bitches is just his way
Way outta reach when alphabet try to give him numbers
Numbers his fortay when it come to flippin
Flippin on niggaz when they get to trippin
Trippin on 9-5 50% of da time
Time is of da essence when he’s on da grind
Grind to eat first thing he learned
Learned it’s better to be discreet when in da street
Street life got him on lock like he doin time
Time is hard so he’s glad he’s got her
Her smile his only solice
Solice like da peace given to hommies passed away
A-way out he hopes to find before a box for him is fitted
Fitted like the cap covering his eyes