Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Aye (Aye)
Yeah (Yeah)
Move
First things first
I'm about business
I'm about work
Sitting here thinking, how it all worked
Getting my winnings, getting my perks
Niggas wanna know how I came from the dirt
See, my shoes don't shine if I run from a bird
Decline the lines, refine all the hurt
Staying inside, refuse to converse
Nah I don't need them, I'm fine without them
Carry on scheming
I know the outcome
Nigga I'm seeing all your actions
Look how you're bleeding
I should have drowned you
Ignore the feelings
Rise like a falcon
They commit treason
Then change the outlook
Lyrical beating
Fire like Dalsim
Nigga I'm screaming
Imma get louder
Really i'm running to racks and the gold
I want it platinum and hung on my wall
Don't have a chain on my neck they can pull
Act like I'm broke when the bank is so full
Plot on the plan when there's nothing to do bitch I stay on the grind got points I can prove it's critical time bout to snap remove every doubter in sight they can taste on my boot
Increasing all of my stats
Training for combat with rats
My sound is in a new area
I bagged up the game then i ran
Increasing all of my stats
Training for combat with rats
My sound is in a new area
I bagged up the game then i ran
They talk the talk for the gang
I hear the talk then i laugh
Relocate to a new area
I need more space for my cats
Increasing all of my stats
Training for combat with rats
My sound is in a new area
I bagged up the game then i ran
Really i'm big dog
I got gold in my home no wrist watch
That bulganin sold like big rocks
Got silicon road dough with stocks
I don't want want you to know what i've been on
Never rapped for a cheque
But my deals hot
Niggas came in my life now they've been gone
Payed a quarter of a mill just to fuck off
Nigga i see the plot
I'm bout to beat the odds
Let me not speak my wrongs
We don't care if they're deep or not
Nigga i see the plot
I'm about to beat the odds
Let me not speak my wrongs
We don't care if they're deep or not
The hate that i feel is strong
Some things that i sing are wrong
So focused on keeping on
It comes with the things you love
Everyone's loving the movement
Flex and flex on my rhymes
Sometimes i think that i'll lost it
Not nothing i have just my mind
Sometimes i feel alone in this shit
Got damn
Can someone please tell me how to live
God damn
I know i'm a god with the sheep
God damn
I still feel alone in this shit god damn
Increasing all of my stats
Training for combat with rats
My sound is in a new area
I bagged up the game then i ran
Nigga I see the plot
I'm bout to beat the odds
Let me not speak my wrongs
We don't care if they're deep or not
We don't fucking care about the shit your'e on
We don't fucking care about the shit you're on
Regret (Regret)
Fucking her (Fucking her)
Low blow
I changed so much
Regret (Regret)
Fucking her (Fucking her)
Low blow
I changed so much
(Ugh, ugh)
Me no wan nobody to talk to me right now, hear?
Everyting alright
Ready?
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