Ricoe - Mojo Lyrics

Naw i ain't come here to play
And i ain't wit that talkin i ain't got s**t to say
Money over hate so imma get this pay
R.I.P my n****s that lay inna grave

I caught my b***h lying told that hoe to get lost
And n****s ain't give me a dime can't say you put s**t on
Boy ever since my cousin died swear my heart it been frost
And n****s plot my demise but i can merch wont s**t fall
My n****s ain't gon want for s**t i take em out to Soho
Since we was shorties onna ave we sliding out wit 44s
I'm tired n****s saying they wit but be soft as rolos
And n****s hate but ion see it tryna block my mojo

I stayed down, got down on my s**t, Now i'm on top now
The time was up for n****s to be faking took that clock down
No money in my pockets so i had to hit the block now
That b***h, she used to diss me i'm that n***a and she flock now
Mama told me make these n****s mad with that music
Said it's all up in your head if you believe it you gon do it
Say that we stay inna burbs they don't believe that we be shootin
But nigga try me and my team and they gon find you in that sewer wit a deuce in yo madula nigga

Had to shoot out Jaemo i told my bro i need the teslas
He pmo for low and sold them b*****s for the extra
I tried to turn lil chapo so police tried put the pressure
I had to stay onna low so lil Teo moved it like the metra

What you know about yo n***a switching for a b***h
And yo b***h she bust it open for a n***a in yo clique
So i can trust no one for nothing they flippin onna kid
No I can't let take me out i gotta take care of my kids so they can grow up being rich

I caught my b***h lying told that hoe to get lost
And n****s ain't give me a dime can't say you put s**t on
Boy ever since my cousin died swear my heart it been frost
And n****s plot my demise but i can merch wont s**t fall
My n****s ain't gon want for s**t i take em out to Soho
Since we was shorties onna ave we sliding out wit 44s
I'm tired n****s saying they wit but be soft as rolos
And n****s hate but ion see it tryna block my mojo

Naw i ain't come here to play
And i ain't wit that talkin i ain't got s**t to say
Money over hate so imma get this pay
R.I.P my n****s that lay inna grave (aye, yeah)