Castles ft. Mob Rule Lyrics

Count down entering stage prep, all personnel stand ready

Synchronized units now being switched over to master control, MOB RULE

Mic check, let's get it

Aye yo I'm spazzing on the mic

Float like Aladdin on the mic

Might be the baddest on the mic hit stick like Madden on the mic

I fight a heavyweight no steady way that they still stand a chance

Give a broke boy these pipe dreams watch a nigga do his dance

And now I been thinking bout getting this money in front of me steady be trynna get FAMOUS

Angel on my right Devil on my left shoulder though getting dangerous

I been sticking to the script, spit real shit get rich I know

Can't be trusting every lil slim thick fit bitch with an IPhone

When the night grows old I go home back on to my family

Fuck an after party with the damn Bacardi all these groupie bitches wanna can me

Maybe that's why these labels won't sign me

Maybe I'm just not caught up with the times see

I see more value in having a wife, than taking a bitch, niggas be grimey

Maybe that's why these niggas wanna fight me

They don't want see me building Castles

But it's too late, time to pick up your swords my niggas we going to battle

I think the ball been dropped niggas stopped the Hip-Hop

Pop lock and beat box bomb tags for back drops

Ain't no MC's no more I came to MC some more

See why my foot up on the gas for I'm building up my Castles

I think the ball been dropped niggas stopped the Hip-Hop

Pop lock and beat box bomb tags for back drops

Ain't no MC's no more I came to MC some more

See why my foot up on the gas for I'm building up my Castles

Aye miss me with that bullshit fool me once but never twice though

The nicest on the mic device most like to call me maestro

I go stupid dummy hard like a Juco transfer out the muddy yard

Advance on you B grade niggas that can't pass the class won't study hard

I'm balling

Crisscrossing like Chris Paul while she all up in my noggin

Ain't fit for fame but if it's the same they say that it's my calling

But this 9-5 got me late on my rent & phone bill feel like I'm stalling

No really feel like I'm stalling nigga

Might quit my job like a college nigga

Put the whole fam in a mini-van and start touring

Til I get a 150 bands for a sold out and start whipping round foreigns

Then drop off the face of the map

Til I have a taste to come back

Like pardon me nigga if I ain't want part of these niggas that can't even rap

I think the ball been dropped niggas stopped the Hip-Hop

Pop lock and beat box bomb tags for back drops

Ain't no MC's no more I came to MC some more

See why my foot up on the gas for I'm building up my Castles

I think the ball been dropped niggas stopped the Hip-Hop

Pop lock and beat box bomb tags for back drops

Ain't no MC's no more I came to MC some more

See why my foot up on the gas for I'm building up my Castles