Move Over
This can't be real, last year I was on my ass for real
This year took a couple hundred grand bought a house
Yo and I ain't even signed a deal
What's that, it's a reason for the hard work
Why I grind, when I grind I'm a workhorse
Intertwined wit' a mind that you might find
At the top of the companies workforce
Ya, and my rhymes are ill
Tell 'em that I'm comin' with no time to kill
I ain't got a taste for the lazy pill
You fuck boys need to take a damn day to chill
I ain't even in your lane for real
Doin' my own thing countin' my till
Only a matter of time check the skill
I'll bust your head with syllables
Stop fuckin' with me
And I'm always on, livin' Montana but I'm always gone
Hittin' that asphalt money in the cash vault
Buildin' my craft to a massive draw
Till the casket drop, every damn song is a classic drop
Every damn hand out is pissin' me off
So I'm grabbin' the hatchet and cuttin' 'em off
Stop fuckin' with me
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
Woo, all gas no brakes, full throttle all real no fake
100 with a microphone, got a whole lotta shit that I got to say
Got a mind of my own and it wont be swayed
Stop fuckin' with me homie yo it's not the day
I ain't really in the mood to hear a God damn thing
From a God damn snake cause I'm on my way
What you think that I ain't never had a bad day?
Like I ain't never wanna act in a bad way, shit
I just put a lid on it homie
I ain't tryin' to swing have a bid thrown on me
Woo, what you thought you knew
Isn't always really what you thought to do
When you're pissed off hotter than a barbeque
When, all I wanna do is take a shot at you
Sheesh, all the same is true, same old game but the fame is new
Never change what I say or I claim to do
All you fake ass rappers super lame to do
Never will I ever spit it watered down
Struggled in the game but I'm ballin' now
You can see me in the city with my wallet out
All gas no brake I ain't stoppin' now
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
This year took a couple hundred grand bought a house
Yo and I ain't even signed a deal
What's that, it's a reason for the hard work
Why I grind, when I grind I'm a workhorse
Intertwined wit' a mind that you might find
At the top of the companies workforce
Ya, and my rhymes are ill
Tell 'em that I'm comin' with no time to kill
I ain't got a taste for the lazy pill
You fuck boys need to take a damn day to chill
I ain't even in your lane for real
Doin' my own thing countin' my till
Only a matter of time check the skill
I'll bust your head with syllables
Stop fuckin' with me
And I'm always on, livin' Montana but I'm always gone
Hittin' that asphalt money in the cash vault
Buildin' my craft to a massive draw
Till the casket drop, every damn song is a classic drop
Every damn hand out is pissin' me off
So I'm grabbin' the hatchet and cuttin' 'em off
Stop fuckin' with me
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
Woo, all gas no brakes, full throttle all real no fake
100 with a microphone, got a whole lotta shit that I got to say
Got a mind of my own and it wont be swayed
Stop fuckin' with me homie yo it's not the day
I ain't really in the mood to hear a God damn thing
From a God damn snake cause I'm on my way
What you think that I ain't never had a bad day?
Like I ain't never wanna act in a bad way, shit
I just put a lid on it homie
I ain't tryin' to swing have a bid thrown on me
Woo, what you thought you knew
Isn't always really what you thought to do
When you're pissed off hotter than a barbeque
When, all I wanna do is take a shot at you
Sheesh, all the same is true, same old game but the fame is new
Never change what I say or I claim to do
All you fake ass rappers super lame to do
Never will I ever spit it watered down
Struggled in the game but I'm ballin' now
You can see me in the city with my wallet out
All gas no brake I ain't stoppin' now
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
I had myself for all this time
It's time for the world to hear my mind
I got a lot of shit inside to say
Tell 'em move over I'm on my way
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Writer(s): Tyler Sant
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