Movin'

I need my reparations cuz nas never had shit
Scarcity on money flipping pack like acrobatics
My uncle in the hospital he dealing with some whack shit
And I been smoking hella bogies fucking with that cancer
If we being honest all this shit is hard to manage
But God wouldn't put more on my back than I could handle
It's fucking up my posture
Leaning when I'm standing
These bitches need a Oscar they acting so outstanding
My life a constant hustle cuz my nas hella famished
I been tryna get it without hearing my Mirandas
And imma need a half a mil to give yo ass a stanza
Cuz I'm tired of wasting breath and giving nas answers
Hold up
Nas really balling like I just finessed a floater
All my nas focused so the clique about to blow up
Summer come around you cannot say I never told ya
I'm the coldest muhfucka out the order flow like water I been
Movin
Coldest muhfucka out the order flow like water I been
Movin



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Writer(s): Giancarlo Louis, Dennis Cotto
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