Lyrics:
the recipe
We move the money especially
Bm's and bills they was stressing me
Had to get it that's by any means
Told niggas I got the recipe
Looking like
call it jetlag
Money makin moves nigga, call it step back
James
Jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
No Clyde Drexler, money jumping out da gym
Jumping
hear is crickets
Thank god, cause my broke ass ain't got money for another ticket
This week's been written by Lemony Snicket
Unfortunate events is what
I'm on the move
Take off
Keeping it moving
Way Up
I'm on the move
Take off
Keeping it moving
Way Up
I'm on the move
Take off
Keeping it moving
Way Up
I step, I swing, I hit my shit
Better move out the way when you see me getting lit
My squad, my fam, everybody in this bitch
Might come by myself but
The epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous monster, move minds
Did it so hard that
selling weed
Then it's white powder
On that James St. Patrick
Feeling like Power
I only fuck with the brave
I don't like cowards
Got that nine on me
Feeling
a good hick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street and live by the rules (in
a good hick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street and live by the rules (in
you can't catch
Your brain ain't your main flex, G Regardless I been fire
My Lyrics are loud neighbors; It's hard to forget when you live by them
Got my
Reading the King James Version
All evil is a diversion
His words I'm learning
No more need for concerning
The Devil will try to lure
But trust in
Don't sit around and dream
Let's do the natural thing
You're thinking, maybe I'm just breaking the rules
By coming on a little strong
But I got
on the block, I got the block on my back
Like James Brown, boy, I'm proud to be black
To all my sisters, Mother Earth has birthed us
Lurchers, it hurts us
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Majin Buu
Off of the 30 ouu
Do what I gotta do
Run up I'll silence you
Prada suit on me I feel like I'm James Bond
Lotta blues on me I got me a name now
got me feelin cursed
I used to bring her to the trap
I guess you live and learn
Cause now we broken up
She callin on my line for the sack
I'm like nah
Roland
And bro I’m MJ if in the crew
Johnny And Ray
Making business moves
Got my blessing and they plentiful
So Again they lose
Again they lose
I’m Robert
Nigga, fuck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got
a gangsta back at it
'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it
I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
But when I see you in the streets I got
play
Had to find another way
It was crowding up my lane
Motivated by survival
Swear I got it out the bayou
Ain't too many move like I do only my crew
the courtroom it's the trial of my brother James
He a comrade and 'cause that they gon' want him hanged
Threw James a pistol, put my rifle in the air
Said nobody
The silver lining when no one else was shinin I am
Next man flex on you'll ex mam
Big chain got me dancin like I'm Rick james
Ten bands run it up expand
Shit
fly like I'm Irving
Doing what's right, they move to the left
They follow another consumed by the mess
Inside of their head, worried about hate
Even
the physical
Balanced by nature so spiritual
Go where the lions are scared to go
Watch out for me ima bout to glow
Mob through the city
I got the squad
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