Move

Coming up There was criticism Hidden as suggestions Fake supporters That were really just finessing Claiming love was the essence Of their intentions, no Nigga you faker Than the fucking shoes Niggas got from barbershops And wore to school Boy I see right through You, you, and your bitch too Man you know the rules She gon' muh-fuckin choose If she want to There's levels to everything And boy I mean everything The hoes, riches Shit you gotta know on how to spend it Never heard of mrs All the hoes I'm hitting Either won't be with me Or just wants the dick'n Say I ain't dependent They say I never listen Girl I only listen when I'm mixing You ain't talking checks Then you ain't talking business You're not fucking with beginners Every since I was fifteen Had the same team That won't mislead Only chase cream Niggas know When we dropped The Cold They ain't think a snotty nose had a flow Shoutout Brian Tol' Had these hoes wanting clothes He ain't even know we was on a roll Move move move Move move move Move move move Move move move (You gotta go and move If you're gon' improve) Move move move Move move move Move move move Move move move (What you got to lose What you got to lose) Move move move Move move move Move move move Move move move (Get up and move, nigga!) Move move move Move move move (Nah I ain't getting left) (Nah I ain't getting left) Man, what the f*ck You know about Being true to you And nobody fuckin' with you When you're fighting off depression They tell you express it But they never seem to get the message Mama worried 'bout me Had to see the reverend Cause she sense the demons That I'm dealing with Your baby boy He ain't innocent Since he left home He been in some shit