Don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move
J Rose, J Rose, J Rose, J Rose
I tell you one thing, you believe the next
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't reply, cause I ain't read the text
Cause I forget to say I love you, I don't mean it less
I just be caught up in the drama, all these politics
You probably said you ain't conforming, so your mama did
I'm still confused on all the problems that she caught me with
But I've been in and out the system, getting vetted by the crooked
I don't even really know which way to light the wind
Mama called me, I declined too much argument
You can only imagine the way my life is living
Up and low, no tragedy, so I'm writing this
Feel like I'm floating on gravity, it be hard to get
Michael, it's a couple shots, the way the ball be spinning
Just tried to offer 27, that's all I remember
I was on the block, not a block of violation
Came here from the gang, not a gang, Afrogase
Let me talk to him
It's like I talk, but still don't hear the rhythm
Feel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you
* you
I done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggas
But I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with them
All these knives in my back, I'm still cut different
Ben seen fate through these frames, so I love different
Mama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with him
Cause you know behind them chambers, they don't love niggas
Plug walk, talk chicken, we gon' plug niggas
We ain't dressing up for fitness, we was drug dealers
MBE bar in them beaches, you make love with them
Then you run and tell your friends how you stuck with them
But he was running back to kick it with that other flipper
She don't even want him, she just * him cause they love her niggas
And you wonder why these white fucks gon' * with niggas
He just wants to love a nigga, kill another nigga
It's like I talk, but they don't hear the rhythm
Feel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggas
I done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggas
But I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with them
All these knives in my back, I'm still cut different
Ben seen fate through these frames, so I love different
Mama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with him
Cause you know behind them chambers, they don't love niggas
Choppers get to singing, mamas get to screaming
Niggas get to running, whole lot of bleed
Baby mamas get to telling, talking about they singing
Shout at me and it was cool, now he ain't breathing
Shout at me and it was cool, now he ain't breathing
Shoot one of mine, I'll take yours, but we not even
Whole section getting money, how you not even?
They trying to call me up, but bitch, I'm not leaving
Hot ass statement, get it back, I'm off streaming
What's up, fuckboy, nigga, you the real meaning
I'm Regina, Alexander McQueen
I'm a junkie for designer, I be fiending
Gucci, Louis, Chanel, Prada, and that Fendi
Stay in the bank and clear it out, until it's empty
I break a bitch quick, it's short on sympathy
You wanna live on the ground, then don't mention
Got these shooting, don't stop, until it's empty
It's like I talk, but they don't hear the rhythm
Feel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggas
Feel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggas
I done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggas
But I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with them
All these knives in my back, I'm still cut different
Been seeing fate through these frames, so I love different
Mama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with them
Cause, you know, behind them chambers, they don't love niggas
Plug walk, talk chicken, we gon' plug niggas
We ain't dressing up for fitness, we was drug dealers
MBE buying them beaches, you make love with them
Then you run and tell your friends how you stuck with them
But he was running back to kick it with that other flipper
She don't even want him, she just * him cause they love a nigga
And you wonder why these white fucks gon' * with niggas
He just wants to love a nigga, kill another nigga
It's like I talk, but they don't hear the rhythm
Feel like I'm singing, I can pedal on you * niggas
I done peaked through the cracks, I don't trust niggas
But I done signed my life away, so I'm stuck with them
All these knives in my back, I'm still cut different
Been seeing fate through these frames, so I love different
Mama sitting in the corner, I'm trying to plead with them
Cause, you know, behind them chambers, they don't love niggas