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letra de moving - tunji ige

[verse 1: wara from the nbhd]
all my sh-t knock like inmates on cell blocks
who you know could make a melody sound so street?
find myself lost i was just facing more defeat
moving forward i ain’t really searching for reconcile
might just cop a rolex for all of my time spent
writing down my problems momentarily making noise
should i full court press or bring this sh-t to a pause?
take that same watch off and signal for time out
my girl said it’s no love lost but sh-t don’t feel the same
and i don’t think i’m man enough to offer that wedding ring
but can’t seem to let it go like guns at the shooting range
sometimes i wanna take that cold heart and just rearrange
flaunting that bullsh-t or how sh-t used to be
f-ck the world most of the time [?] just usually
n-ggas so material but they just bite style
remember when the cops caught your boy with that .40 cal
try to channel my anger
she distracted by the raw things
the world focus on the wrong channel
getting money making power moves
breaking rules since [?] under roofs

[hook: tunji ige]
and they ain’t gotta understand
hold it down for my mans
hold the ground that we stand
give a d-mn
it’s the plan to get grands for the fam
here i am going ham once again
you know what it is
n-ggas gotta keep it moving
you know what it is
n-ggas gotta keep it moving
you know what it is
n-ggas gotta keep it moving
you know what it is
n-ggas gotta keep it moving

[verse 2: grandemarshall]
you n-ggas worth more to me alive than dead, be flattered
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t but brain matter
go behind the gl-ss at the store you good wear
i made trips coming back with more in the hood [?]
hoes to os, it’s all getting sold
n-ggas getting flipped you get him to [?]
you sold your soul you like that bed
i’d rather sleep on the floor you little dudes is [?]
we stuff hundreds in bodies stick brooms up your -ss
two quarters on your eyes torch your sh-t in the barrel
beat n-ggas out of their sneakers
toss them b-tches they trash
leave the ashes for the priests [?]
it get real in my car
it’ll get dark
my n-ggas smack you with a pistol like you just learned to rob
i’m kicking doors still finding time to kiss moms
flipping ps that’s what you got? you get a dime
been street, my first beef at five
you been sweet i can see it in your eyes, little n-gga
you scream ftg, free [?]
if you want it, it’s on this side, little n-gga

[hook]

[verse 3: tunji ige]
ain’t a street n-gga but my partner got the llama
got the chinatown plug with kasubis and katanas
and my shawty look like lana
money like mañana
find a chick like [?], wanna kick like maradona
and she dominicana
wrist game just like father
and my lawyer jewish pockets eating more than [?]
i’m from philly got the jawns [?]
feel like eating cause the closest european in the bathroom peeing with some b-tches skiing
they say they gonna fly me out by [?]
third eye open so i’m feeling like [?]
they want the flow, got the beast, got the meaning
every track it sounds like he fiending
sound like i be scheming
take the rap game over
put the d-mn team in
bandito
when i shoot flows it’s the [?]
like a free falling
ballin’ on ya’ll n-ggas
chawling on ya’ll n-ggas

[hook]

- tunji ige

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