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movinon

by Quadjay Sport

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My name is QU, Aye please get off my D Wipe your damn face bitch and get off your knees J to the a, y the hell you still talking Cold nigga that still let the steel spark him In your apartment, hop out the window Get your blow, pills, drank and smoke up your indo How I knew where it was at, your bitch gave the info Try to assassinate a nigga, can it be all so simple Into some wild shit like I'm apart of the supreme clientele I shall still shine as well.. the floors in school, that you shined as well Might as well expose the truth because I'm a vocal fool A local rude, going psycho like I'm supposed to do nigga This shit all day and everyday Outkast blast, mash across niggas faces, I ain't scared to play Smoke Mary Jane like she my dead opp Bitch was a victim when I came in and gave her a headshot I don't give a fucking fuck shit, I'm someone you shouldn't be fuck wit You can and go on and suck a dick politely Give me a second to break down this Dutch Grab your fast ass girl, she still trynna hold my nuts Deadly, let me be me as usual, smart, not delusional Tongue tied like a motherfucker, sorry for confusing you With my blackadelic lyrics, you can't relate, no need to hear it Wack ass lifestyle, sit your fat ass down and drink your beer man While I dodge the internet, crying about how they head hurt Ever since the last album from Earl Sweatshirt Just know the Mac humble I listen to Stack Bundles Cops try to snap back act like they care about the crack trouble Turn the other cheek when it's a cracker with meth That's why I got Teflon to go through cracker with vest A wild nigga, lo down, it ain't on the low how I ain't down with ya Crowd shifter, massive amount of foul killers Get a nigga shot in his taco Trynna act all savage, macho Send off some guapo Cash app while eating chicken and waffles Aw shit He done lost it Stopped y'all before he popped off with the glock then make a drop off Wipe the prints off and throw it in the river Hot headed motherfucka, blazing up during December Winter the infamous, the ignorance ain't hearing shit Sig pointed right at my face and I Ain't fearing shit Let the flame off Watch his brain toss Whatever the fuck was that thought Who can you trust, look of disgust as I walk Franco with a bankroll is how the young god walk Never flaunt nor cross my people, demons thought they brought the evil My understanding about equality and how waves cipher was more lethal You need to do the knowledge while you so called chillin Learn today math, start knowing the truth of the villain I ain't talking DOOM, you illin, you running with crews that is dealing Drugs so they can't move without feeling all the facts of they killings Of the mental, seeing folks rejecting the idea of simple For a couple dollars, poison everyone inside of the temple I'm alone in the dark world Wanna dance to the beat but life always take a sharp turn My heart burn from stress mesh with unhealthy eating habits Trying to build on my own, end results being tragic Hard living life Spitting written rhymes hearing people saying yo that nigga nice Just a different type Niggas spy, they decide to become a clone I've gone Bar crazy like I'm trynna overdose Heart cold like Death Certificate 92 Told me how to move If we ain't on the same page, how can we be cool I can be rude I don't understand these smooth gimmicks Trying to fool critics Using make up to cover up your blemishes Say I'm preaching but am I really reaching Again if your body the temple, why let a false prophet preach it I see these rappers got niggas believing being smarter is dumb Do that make sense, that's why I'm saying, stop fucking with drugs Nigga accidentally shot his toe off, stop fucking with guns The number isn't right, holla at the nigga touching the funds Shit that come with the streets, real hilarious huh I'm just being Sincere, stop acting like you talking to Bunz When Tulsa niggas in the building, music stop when we walk in the club I had to move smarter because I'm from the town of no love So I give game for a price because the game ain't nothing nice Crazy you wasn't paying attention, now you paying for it twice Stop playing with politics when the game is to aim for sacrifice Don't try to play blame game when they now all aiming for your life Yeah to you, it's priceless but to them it's nothing They say fuck it, bust it now they got you movin on with your weak production

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A Gun, Gun, Gun
B Sun, Sun, Sun
C Run, Run,Run
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