moving on I don't care about you I don't care about you No, I dont care about you Anymore I forgive you now I'm moving on Moving on Moving on Consumed
need something back nigga fade to black talking shit behind his back you a hater for that i don't expect nothing less in a game of chess you think 5 moves
it and hit them where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black, and an icey watch Shoes on
where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black nigga and an icy watch Shoes on
me Just a minute of your time, let me say what's on my mind Then you can go on with your life If sorry never comes my heart will not go on Until I make
chair, make your niggas call you short arm Pelets in your hand, you'll never put shorts on Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on So why don
ears DO-RE-MI (Haha) Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on Threw some rims on it now it got some chrome pajamas on Pull up to the club
many miles away Distant lover, so many miles away Girl, I got feelings for you, man, I'm on some *** like middle school I'm tryna write you letters
Lover Ayo, I was out to lunch and shit Puffin' on a blunt to get my head read(y) Boogie'n to my walkman With an 'S' on my chest (Bust a move!) Yes I'
'm so broke that it's no joke Surrounded by addicts who be on coke If I really wanted to I make money off them Block in the morning on the move by ten
of A-I-D, S to the next paragraph I must move on You might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And
Whoo, whoo, whoo Black top blazin', home town fadin' Out of sight in the rear view mirror Stevie Ray blastin' on the radio As I slam it into higher gear
, my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black
, one lane, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this Game point lock, long pump cocked We won't stop, everybody move
one lane, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, black jack, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game point lock, long pump cocked We won't stop, everybody move
head I'm like wow she spittin' on it gettin' on it Actin' like she never had it, like she really wanted I heard a knock on the window said, "Don't move
I still be on the grind When it all collapse And if it's mine, words bind I'ma take it right back I still be on the grind When it all collapse And if
spinning round and round We're in it together, we can make it better Don't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter To move
