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moving on by putting feelings on the beat
And all my homies supporting me
But now we in our bag as a group as gang
If bein in our bag means drinking

on my shoulders
Only way I don't get colder
Is if hells freezes over
Btch I'm on different time
This that Uk flow
Okay i go in for my pesos
Yeah I pull up

fell from the Heavens in the sky
In the beginning of time
It Twas a Long Way Down
Collision Record breaking high
As he Swoope's by
He'll try to keep you

the map 
I just wanted a little, now there's some in my lap
It's only in reality some couples detach 
But I'm fresh out the batch
Your stud muffin exact 
I

these other dudes
I ain't Swiping right just for nudes
Fuck that i'm in it for the views
I'm seeing brighter things
In Different hues
My Time to shine
So

Move (If You Wanna)

MIMS

Guilt

2009

can call me thunder
Chicks call me Phil Drummond 'cause I give 'em different strokes
Bah, bah, bah, bah! Beat it up like a drummer

They can call it

Sit back and let me tell a little story,
About a fourteen year old boy, now listen closely.
You see his name is Noel he doesn't fit in with all his

Riding through the 9-1-4 totin' Mac-10
And by Mac-10, I'm talking bout my mouth then
These lyrics just like bullets
How I shoot you in your ass, friend

crystal as the ball, I be rapping like really heavy, like a hungry little dog, i be laughing at the devil, never selling you my soul, rather do it for

a vibe, I can't let shawty go by
The minute she walked in I feel the aura
What can we do to move forward
Trying to read ya body and it shows bout to ask

what you need
And it's gonna be all the more sweet
When you finally succeed

Hello me, it's me
Sometimes you're a little mean
You beat yourself up so

gassed when bagel on the team, I was insane; got kicked a lot, but I liked the pain. Verbal hits different, hits heart and the brain; getting called

[ Verse ]

Welcome back home
See the red on the sneaker line
Dust turn into foam (yeah yeah yeah)
Such a shame
Haven't seen your little sisters in

an average golfer, everything I strike is on par
You in trouble like Zion around a porn star

Our lines may look parallel and seem a little close, but I

You still listening, gentlemen
That last few minutes might have been a little confusing
You'd like to know who I was talking to, wouldn't you
I'll

right by
Pen game impeccable everything I write fly
You had a little run all I can say  nice try 



This aint that average jibber jabber da bul go
I

a little brash
Puttin on a different hat
It's good in the end
But the starts the catch
Concrete deserts
Predominantly white neighborhoods
Worried bout my

don't pleed the fifth
I hope them neighbors ain't hearing this
Bae you way more than a little snack
Girl you double stacked
Start off in the front
By

Let's start this song and put a little bit of glimpse on
And tell em how I walk inside the crib with my timbs on
I came inside the game with nothing

To get a little game in my name, they go travel north
Sounding off, is it a different question
Or is it just like, damn man, what team you be batting for

park you
Jog right by their little run, don't listen son
It's just white noise, time to clamp down
Apply pressure enough to burst a dam
Short circuit Dow

to struggle, getting paper by the double
Yeah, right, little nigga, you be stuck up in the rubble
I'm still grinding any means
Don't let a nigga snatch your

I can't quit, I gotta keep goin'
Even if it's all by myself, I'm gonna get it done
I never run from anything, I face it from the front
Like bad

the power like rangers
Danger danger danger danger
What I be saying bout beats by major
Wager ya life if you after my paper
Call me slayer
You in the minors