Foreword

Moving forward, I will open up these doors
Moving forward, I will tear down all these walls
Moving forward, I will open up these drawers
Hope you got your gloves cause the shit I hid is coarse

Moving forward, I will open up these doors (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Moving forward, I will tear down all these walls
Moving forward, I will open up these drawers (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Hope you got your gloves cause the shit I hid is coarse

I hope you don't think this some Kendrick "Heart" shit
I was killing time, tryna figure out shit
Writing liquid rhymes so you stream about this
Tryna dickmatize in between houses
Feeling powerless but I'd never mouth it
Wearing outfits, wondering how I'd fit
In this lineup of niggas who rapping bout stickups
Never having hiccups, them packs is always picked up
Holier than niggas who never be drinking liquor
Rapping like they Jesus, they songs is like scriptures
Listen to these lies everyday, learning how my favs
Give in for a prize; branding plays, learning how to fake
All they say is cap in this game, how can I replace?
Had to make this slap, truth in Pain, here to make my case
Struggle with my faith like Ma$e (Faith like Ma$e, faith like Ma$e)
Promise that I'm about to make

Moving forward, I will open up these doors
Moving forward, I will tear down all these walls
Moving forward, I will open all these drawers
Hope you got your gloves cause the shit I hid is coarse

Moving forward, I will open up these doors (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Moving forward, I will tear down all these walls
Moving forward, I will open up these drawers (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Hope you got your gloves cause the shit I hid is coarse

The shit I hid is coarse
The shit I hid is coarse



Credits
Writer(s): Oluwole Afolabi Amosu, William Allen, Willie Withers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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