Move

Step to the side
Get outta line
My time to shine
Step to the side
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My time to shine
Step to the side
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My time to shine
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Yo

Step to the side
I'm finna rise
My time to shine
Like to invite
All of you guys
Along for the ride
I'm changing my life
I'm done with polite
I'm done being nice
Whenever I write
Whenever I rhyme
Its what's on my mind
No one is safe
Takin the reins out the way
That restrain what I say now
And I pray for your sake
Got the brains to escape
Using words like a blade now
Repaying the pain I was paid
Since the day that my mother was slain wow
Controlling my fate
Making my way heading straight for hall of fame now
Calling on the rain man
A rain dance
For fame and
An economic Advance to enhance the chance
Imma make it in this game man
So get out the way man
Best listen what I say man
Bringin the heat I'm on a hot streak
Finna straight murder this beat
Just like a hit man Go!

Step to the side
Get outta line
My time to shine
Step to the side
Get outta line
My time to shine
Step to the side
Get outta line
My time to shine
Step to the side
Get outta line

Call me dad
Cuz Imma take you to school
Bring your backpack
It's really sad
You want skill when you rap
But you lack that
Half Assed
Toss you to the side
Like a rough draft
No swag
Feel bad that your fans all have to look past that
Makin it rain in my bank by creating new ways
For the game to be played
The best on display best part of a day
Best believe when I say
Im giving my Best to the rap scene
Pretend I'm a taxi and hop in the back seat
Cuz I'm taking control
This drive inside just wont let me go
And as it takes ahold of my body and soul
Pistol with a full load cocked back ready to go
Outta control
Super charged and Motor Mouth explodes
Finna be stickin and ripping in to ya flaws
A surprise from a southpaw Imma surround y'all
With a bit of quick with a bigger dick with a bitter chip
Ready to evict anything that is
Standing demanding in my way what I say
Set it straight every day
Always paid self made
Imma be candid understand that
Nothing been handed or granted to me
Enemy and venomy epitomy of victory
I validate the very thing I'm vindicating endlessly
Uh Tickety tock look at my clock
Cuz I'm ready to rickety rock words like a glock for hip hop

I tried so hard to warn you
But you just refuse to do
What it is that would have saved you
Best step to the side you're through

Step to the side
Get outta line
My time to shine
Step to the side
Get outta line
My time to shine
Step to the side
Get outta line
My time to shine
Step to the side
Get outta line



Credits
Writer(s): Micah Dubeau
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