Cheyenne vs Mojave Lyrics

Get the mob on the phone

I just landed in the city

Been hoarding stacking every penny

My father taught me like Ken Griffey

I'm talking to Ran like he ace of the north

Like, if I'm gone will they miss me

I had to pass up on that deal

I rock with PS, can't do a 360

You niggas weren't there when we slept in the fort, had to whisper cause rappers recording

Before I start repping the Norf you was claiming some other shxt that ain't important

Been switching up sides

Can't build with the Gods, you talk like the guns in storage

You changing the vibes, and living a lie in the crowd you was singing my chorus

Get the mob on the phone

And stay out the norf

Stay out the norf

Stay out of norf

Stay out the norf

For I made a name

I was whipping stangs

Blue coupe lane to lane

Mobbing running game

Stingy with the shakes

Niggas wasn't gang

Homies turn to opps

Guess it's all the same

Some shit'll never change

I'll always be fly

This is Human Made

Mixed with Number Nine

Rabb pulled up in jays

Raging bull 5's

She want me to stay

But money on my mind

Now read between the lines

You can't slow my grind

Whispered to ya dime

Buff me til I shine

I grew up with the apes

Swinging from the vines

One king at a time

Gold crown fit me fine

Think before you approach

I'd like y'all better as ghosts

Aint no dodging the toast

You m.i.a when it's smoke

touch more cheddar than most

Bankroll full off rhymes

It's like the dollars get wrote

Ain't no time to recline

Norf

Norf

Norf

Norf

Norf

Norf

Norf

Get the mob on the phone

I just landed in the city

Been hoarding stacking every penny

My Father taught me like Ken Griffey

I'm talking to Ran like he ace of the north

Like, if I'm gone will they miss me

I had to pass up on that deal

I rock with ps, can't do a 360

You niggas weren't there when we slept in the fort, had to whisper cause rappers recording

Before I start repping the Norf you was claiming some other shxt that ain't important

Been switching up sides

Can't build with the Gods, you talk like the guns in storage

You changing the vibes, and living a lie in the crowd you was singing my chorus

Get the mob on the phone