Move On (feat. Miya Baby)
Yeah, its a dun da dun
Soulja Livin' Tru, nigga
Yeah
Haha
Yeah
Know a nigga I went to school with a straight baser
Thought them niggas was really cool until they turned to haters
Niggas know that I'ma forever be a paper chaser
We don't complain, cause I know that it get greater later
She eat the dick like a steak, so guess what I gave her
Straight meat, no dish, I'm a fucking waiter
Say she need to know now, I'm not a fucking waiter
You ain't got the bag now, ain't no fuckin' label
Hit a nigga with a sample just to show example
Playing with me, I got ample, you don't wanna gamble
My steppers blind, if you in the way, you getting trampled
I got a slit like I flicked a bick on tip of candle
Yeah, that was saucy
You know that, niggaa
Huh, huh, I'm finna go back in
You got some chicken, but you ain't tryna do no real shit
Cappers hate me cause they know that I'm a realist
Seen the smacker at my show, he said I killed it
He hate rappers who be acting like they kill shit
Stay true and be you, you don't gotta lie
You can try to live long, still gotta die
You can live with a gun and die by the fire
But when you live by the gun, you die by the fire
In life, you gotta move on
Paper chasing every day when I put my shoes on
Lost some niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
Like I got high all my life, boy, I'm too gone
Sometimes in life you gotta move on
Forever paper chasing so I keep my shoes on
If a lot of niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
I got high off of life, now, I'm too gone
I don't know what to say
All I know is I'm straight
Soulja baby from the lake
God, I love us, how can you hate
My baby wasn't born, now she turning eight
If you ain't a real hustler, then you can't relate
She was born in the first place, it ain't never been a race
Put my baby on my tape cause she got something to say
I just told my daddy he is the best
Y'all other rappers, y'all need rest
Say it loud, I'm saying it with my chest
Come correct, I ain't taking nothing less
In life, you gotta move on
Paper chasing every day when I put my shoes on
Lost some niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
Like I got high all my life, boy, I'm too gone
Sometimes in life you gotta move on
Forever paper chasing so I keep my shoes on
If a lot of niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
I got high off of life, now, I'm too gone
Soulja Livin' Tru, nigga
Yeah
Haha
Yeah
Know a nigga I went to school with a straight baser
Thought them niggas was really cool until they turned to haters
Niggas know that I'ma forever be a paper chaser
We don't complain, cause I know that it get greater later
She eat the dick like a steak, so guess what I gave her
Straight meat, no dish, I'm a fucking waiter
Say she need to know now, I'm not a fucking waiter
You ain't got the bag now, ain't no fuckin' label
Hit a nigga with a sample just to show example
Playing with me, I got ample, you don't wanna gamble
My steppers blind, if you in the way, you getting trampled
I got a slit like I flicked a bick on tip of candle
Yeah, that was saucy
You know that, niggaa
Huh, huh, I'm finna go back in
You got some chicken, but you ain't tryna do no real shit
Cappers hate me cause they know that I'm a realist
Seen the smacker at my show, he said I killed it
He hate rappers who be acting like they kill shit
Stay true and be you, you don't gotta lie
You can try to live long, still gotta die
You can live with a gun and die by the fire
But when you live by the gun, you die by the fire
In life, you gotta move on
Paper chasing every day when I put my shoes on
Lost some niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
Like I got high all my life, boy, I'm too gone
Sometimes in life you gotta move on
Forever paper chasing so I keep my shoes on
If a lot of niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
I got high off of life, now, I'm too gone
I don't know what to say
All I know is I'm straight
Soulja baby from the lake
God, I love us, how can you hate
My baby wasn't born, now she turning eight
If you ain't a real hustler, then you can't relate
She was born in the first place, it ain't never been a race
Put my baby on my tape cause she got something to say
I just told my daddy he is the best
Y'all other rappers, y'all need rest
Say it loud, I'm saying it with my chest
Come correct, I ain't taking nothing less
In life, you gotta move on
Paper chasing every day when I put my shoes on
Lost some niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
Like I got high all my life, boy, I'm too gone
Sometimes in life you gotta move on
Forever paper chasing so I keep my shoes on
If a lot of niggas getting right, I don't know who gone
I got high off of life, now, I'm too gone
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Writer(s): Daniel Lewis
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