Don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't moveJ Rose, J Rose, J Rose, J RoseI tell you one thing, you believe the nextI ain't gon' lie, I ain't reply, cause I ain't read the textCause I forget to say I love you, I don't mean it lessI just be caught up in the drama, all these politicsYou probably said you ain't conforming, so your mama didI'm still confused on all the problems that she caught me withBut I've been in and out the system, getting vetted by the crookedI don't even really know which way to light the windMama called me, I declined too much argumentYou can only imagine the way my life is livingUp and low, no tragedy, so I'm writing thisFeel like I'm floating on gravity, it be hard to getMichael, it's a couple shots, the way the ball be spinningJust tried to offer 27, that's all I rememberI was on the block, not a block of violationCame here from the gang, not a gang, AfrogaseLet me talk to himIt's like I talk, but still don't hear the rhythmFeel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you* youI done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggasBut I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with themAll these knives in my back, I'm still cut differentBen seen fate through these frames, so I love differentMama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with himCause you know behind them chambers, they don't love niggasPlug walk, talk chicken, we gon' plug niggasWe ain't dressing up for fitness, we was drug dealersMBE bar in them beaches, you make love with themThen you run and tell your friends how you stuck with themBut he was running back to kick it with that other flipperShe don't even want him, she just * him cause they love her niggasAnd you wonder why these white fucks gon' * with niggasHe just wants to love a nigga, kill another niggaIt's like I talk, but they don't hear the rhythmFeel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggasI done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggasBut I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with themAll these knives in my back, I'm still cut differentBen seen fate through these frames, so I love differentMama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with himCause you know behind them chambers, they don't love niggasChoppers get to singing, mamas get to screamingNiggas get to running, whole lot of bleedBaby mamas get to telling, talking about they singingShout at me and it was cool, now he ain't breathingShout at me and it was cool, now he ain't breathingShoot one of mine, I'll take yours, but we not evenWhole section getting money, how you not even?They trying to call me up, but bitch, I'm not leavingHot ass statement, get it back, I'm off streamingWhat's up, fuckboy, nigga, you the real meaningI'm Regina, Alexander McQueenI'm a junkie for designer, I be fiendingGucci, Louis, Chanel, Prada, and that FendiStay in the bank and clear it out, until it's emptyI break a bitch quick, it's short on sympathyYou wanna live on the ground, then don't mentionGot these shooting, don't stop, until it's emptyIt's like I talk, but they don't hear the rhythmFeel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggasFeel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggasI done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggasBut I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with themAll these knives in my back, I'm still cut differentBeen seeing fate through these frames, so I love differentMama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with themCause, you know, behind them chambers, they don't love niggasPlug walk, talk chicken, we gon' plug niggasWe ain't dressing up for fitness, we was drug dealersMBE buying them beaches, you make love with themThen you run and tell your friends how you stuck with themBut he was running back to kick it with that other flipperShe don't even want him, she just * him cause they love a niggaAnd you wonder why these white fucks gon' * with niggasHe just wants to love a nigga, kill another niggaIt's like I talk, but they don't hear the rhythmFeel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggasI done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggasBut I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with themAll these knives in my back, I'm still cut differentBeen seeing fate through these frames, so I love differentMama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with themCause, you know, behind them chambers, they don't love niggas