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moves ahead
Sometimes I'm ahead of myself
I'm not God by then just
Tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn
Paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this

the deck 'til the right ones surface
In the meantime
Can't shake feelings of being worthless
The birth of my son birthed a gargantuan urge
To get it by any

walk by, yeah
You still give me daps
I ain't sugarcoating shit
I am just stating all these facts

Out and up, out and up
Out and up, out and up
Shitting

way back when I was a twerp
Now I'm havin' my own motion, I get to it, make it twerk
Dope be movin' through the 'burbs, know them white boys love

Genesis, Mathew, built my own statue
I was movin' too fast, US that travel
Paris, c'est la vie, they tell me "Bonjour"
And I got receipts, Space Jam,

Siyahi tapi itni tabhi kaagaz bana raakh hai

Aaj bhi wahi dost kare aaj bhi bawal hai
Movin crack in the city cuz we had to make a living
Aur jo jail mein

you never get the chance
to get a chance so tricky what a fake

Bang run away eeny, meeny, miny, moe
movin’ like you never know still busy

Eating like

I'm down in vegas just turned
Up we in the hotel lobby
I took a euro I'm on pluto
Please don't tell nobody
I took one more I'm movin
Low now I'm out

of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
But I'm a sucker like I said, fucked up in the head
Nah, maybe she just made a mistake
And I should

Feels like you're falling deep! 

I'm dancing on my own! 
Tonight we're both alone 
What will you do? 
What will I say?
By the end of this song,

Killin', I'm drillin', I'm steppin', I'm runnin' I'm movin', I'm billing' bands by the anum
I got my niggas, we shoppin', we coppin' We glockin', we steppin'

broke)
Big Don, big money maker
Pop shit, cocky by nature
Bitch, I'm a baddie
Got these niggas choosin'
And if she don't like me, she prolly a hater

bands
By next year ima have 500 bands
You fuckin with carti but drink on yo ass
We all gon be rich nigga that's the plan
I'm slurring my words cause I

Faded by the hands of time
Sherry come and
Draw the line
Get up move out come on its a Shoot out
Partys over i resign

Flick the finger at your face

on top of the mountain im jammin
Heavyweight champion 187
Pull up to your house nigga just to do damage
Sneak up by the kitchen and knock knock your cousin

Flow so cold never hear no gums
Shot to ya dome now you sound a lil dumb
Hoes in the roto
Dough by the boatload
I don't even know no mo

30 for 30
I'm

rappers stressed out, we the best out
If you ain't movin' right, you gettin' left out (left out)
We ain't gettin' checked but cut the checks now, all

ain't movin' if my shoulders high
I'm a dreamer, but I make it sound heavy,
But our borders too steady, we just can't get by, but you get it

Miss

they all wanna kill me, with a semi or a glock 40, gotta keep a mac tucked

Got these bitches lookin' mad bruh, they movin' mad sus
Ya they talk like TMZ

the rap
Like can I handle all the hate
I might throw on religion beads I'm prayin to babalu aye
The Kid Cuban Havin Racks its Lookin Like I'm Movin Yay
Fuck

Movin' in silence
No one around us
Above the atmosphere
You're invited
All the stars around we're surrounded
Cuz oh I'm
Feeling your gaze and your

leave the door open man they come and go
And I'm back and movin' I'm keeping busy
And I know they feel buzz I gotta keep my people tipsy, yeah
I keep you

never gon' flop
Inspired by beats gotta make it out the streets
Show the rap game that southwest heat
Movin' out the deep end while ya'll sleepin
Grindin'

I be movin on the low
Nah
I be moving on my low
Bad bitch slim thick go with the flow
Slide quick to the crib she gotta go
Won't you leave me by my