Molekote

Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks
Show off the power, military, military
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Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks

Show off the power, military, military
1, 2, 3, 4, cops in the street
Skip the bust, keep it tucked in your hoodie
Blow out the candle, clear the smoke from the haze
So you don’t catch a 28, drug user
A hustler from the hood is 1, 2, doesn’t want to wait

Life is only lived now
How many in the hood got caught and are gone
A little thug too deep, has one foot in the grave
Highlighting the gold chain in the struggle
The white kicks resting on the wall
We got money to spend and get change back

18k gold chain on the fool
To get out of the struggle and the poison
Can’t look up to the dad who’s a construction worker
Working day and night, overtime on Sundays
In the end, he loses his health, no money, and doesn’t see his kid

I bet my chips on the balaclava
To catch the fake owner of the silver Azera
Got scared with the resemblance, huh rich kid?
The 20s you saw were from your dad’s car
Going from New World to Salto
To negotiate with the cops, trade for an assault rifle
Then pass through customs smiling

At the federal revenue, slipped right by, look at the kids
Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks
Show off the power, military, military
Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks
Show off the power, military, military