I knew this Lil Yo, They call him Mo, he had a killer flow,
always kept a bad chick he had the illest hoes.
He had millionaire goals mixed with billionaire dreams,
The quiet type, he never talked but he was more Realer then he seemed
A few gorillas on his team they had different swag then him
dudes got outa line? Goons going splatter them.
Mo was badder then your average type of dude
Advanced through the struggle made some savage type moves
He Wasn't Flashing No Jewels, No Karats No Coupes,
Just some old timberland boots, No Gold in his tooth
No Party's No Booze, see mo he liked to move in silence,
He got ghost every time that his goons was Wildin.
His crew was violent, but see Mo his hands were clean
He lays low in the cut and lets his crew just handle things.
banging threes, at the gym while his dudes banging hammers
So he'll never be connected or be confined to the slammer.
Mo thinks he smarter, smarter then all the law makers
They don't even know his name besides he has a couple fall takers.
He has a game plan and he's sure it will work
But with all that money he getting I guess feelings got hurt
Feeling the worst, is his right hand man lil poochie,
"why we doing all the work, but he getting all the booty? "
"Who's he? Where would he be without us
We the real killers man he's just a coward"
Lil Poochie gassed he is pacing the floor in the dark
His Brain and His Heart going to war with his thoughts.
.... To be continued