Текст песни MOZEL TOV/YUNG N***A. - Die Mondez

Part I: Mozel Tov

Yah
I could rap circles around most of these niggas
I don′t understand what you people be seein' in ′em
I find it hard to believe in 'em
Most of them soundin' like me, it′s like I′m conceiving 'em
Niggas get salty, they want all my sauce and ingredients
Like a young nigga didn′t have to go out and go bleed for it
All on my phone on some needy shit
I gave these niggas the Piff like one time, now they fiend for it
Stylin' on ′em check the Jewish
I make a 100K clean, I didn't know til I blew it
I took a trip right out the country
I′m fuckin' with a foreign hoe her English wasn't fluent
My other bitch she so obsessive,
Every single second she finna know what I′m doin′
Checkin' in right where the cheque is
Flexin′ on 'em if they ever come check how I′m doin'
If they wanna do it we can do it
Y′all niggas pussy, don't really matter how you view it
And to be honest, dawg, I knew it
They tried to jack my whole flow I came back and renewed it
This forever, I can't lose it
I told these niggas if I get one shot I′ma shoot it
Your favourite rapper goin′ through it
I'm ′bout to blow like a bomb, can't nobody defuse it
I, I said I′m 'bout to take off on all of you hoes
I can′t lie, I'm red-eye from all these blunts a nigga done smoked
See the signs, you niggas all greasy can't fuck with none of you folks
Ain′t nobody but myself I owe
He comin′ for mine? Then he gotta die slow

I'm so wavy baby
Niggas forgot the hate me, now they congratulate
Waitin′ on it, I need what's mine today, I ain′t got time to waste
Faded often, man, I can't feel my face
I′m in the trap all day
Mazel Tov, nigga, congratulate
Me and my dawgs all made it

You niggas think it's a game
I'm trippin′, I′m off of the 'pane
It help me with offing the pain
You niggas is lame, you awfully soundin′ the same
While awkwardly tryna maintain
You niggas standards is lower than dumb nigga grades
I'm in the cut like a fade
Ain′t nothin' new, I been fire since like back in the day
Trust me, no cap on my name
Somebody stop me, dawg, I′m goin' off
Stack it like Jewish niggas, Mazel Tov
I'm gettin′ cheese, I′m gettin' parmesan
Fingers been itchin′ rubbin' on my palms
Don′t need no validation, motherfucker your award
All my life, been goin' hard
I might need like three hoes, third time is the charm
They tryna fuck with the boss, you dig?

I′m so wavy baby
Niggas forgot the hate me, now they congratulate
Waitin' on it, I need what's mine today, I ain′t got time to waste
Faded often, man, I can′t feel my face
I'm in the trap all day
Mazel Tov, nigga, congratulate
Me and my dawgs all made it

Part II: Yung Nigga

(Oh yeah)
Yeah
See with Meezzo there ain′t no predicting him (No!)
That boy wavy, he so sickenin'
Even my opps gettin′ sick of him (Right)
Niggas always talk a lot
If it ain't the money then I got no business in it (Never)
Fire in the booth if I′m hopping in it (Hm)
Droppin' bombs like I got Charlie with me (Yah)
Know I made it out the bottom
I got model bitches, I'm sticking my dick up in it (Wow!)
Pot of Gold, I put my fingers in it (Ooh)
Close the door, I put my foot up in it (Bitch)
If a nigga ever try to come between
What′s mine, he gon′ have a predicament (Right)
I don't start it, boy, I finish it (I do)
I′m drippin' water, let her swim in it
I′m pushin' the limit
I might be the definition of "Dammit,
He crossed the line" (Dammit, he crossed the line)
See this ain′t no gimmick
Why you think my name is Die Mondez?
My nigga I'm meant to shine (Dammit I'm meant to shine)
I′m living my lyrics, you niggas living a lie
Ask about me, I′m really the guy (Ask about me I'm the guy)
All I know, go and get it
I get the bag and I flip it
Pray for my niggas that stuck on the block tryna spin it

Uhm, huh
I′m finna come for what's mine, I won′t stop til a young nigga get it
Uhm, huh
Got a new bitch gimme brain, she don't stop til a young nigga finish
Uhm, huh
If you talkin′ money then holla at me 'cause a young nigga widdit
Uhm, huh
I'm goin′ out a legend, when I die know a young nigga did it

Woah! (Huh)
Dirty cup, poured (Huh)
Pockets fat, swole (Huh)
Dammit a young nigga on! (Huh)
I light one up for my foes (Huh)
Dirty cup, poured (Huh)
Pockets fat, swole (Huh)
Dammit a young nigga on! (Huh)
Woah! (Huh)

Actually
Everythin′ that happened what had to be
I put blood, sweat and tears in this shit mixed
With passion and pain to become what I had to be
I'm exposin′ their ways,
Tell him straight to his face "You a
Fake, ain't no way you out-rapping me"
Got ′em panickin', they shakin′ up in they boots
They like "Meezzo fuckin' up the strategy"
Stack the coin up, find where the bag would be
I'm duckin′ hoes, they on my phone they nagging me
They tryna fall in love but that′s a fallacy
And I don't hang with niggas, they cappin′ me
Don't compare to none of these niggas
Ain′t no competition, can't nobody challenge me
Prolly smoke ′em like I do a bag of weed
School these niggas, this the rap academy
Fuck if they mad at me, yeah

Uhm, huh
I'm finna come for what's mine, I won′t stop til a young nigga get it
Uhm, huh
Got a new bitch gimme brain, she don′t stop til a young nigga finish
Uhm, huh
If you talkin' money then holla at me ′cause a young nigga widdit
Uhm, huh
I'm goin′ out a legend, when I die know a young nigga did it

Woah! (Huh)
Dirty cup, poured (Huh)
Pockets fat, swole (Huh)
Dammit a young nigga on! (Huh)
I light one up for my foes (Huh)
Dirty cup, poured (Huh)
Pockets fat, swole (Huh)
Dammit a young nigga on! (Huh)
Woah! (Huh)