My Move

The anger that I got in my heart, there ain't no taming it
You claiming that you're real, but you're not, I had enough of it
I wish you paid attention in class, got no intelligence
Got nothing left to give you but laughs and my condolences
Killing your career and trust there won't be witnesses
You haven't earned your spot, so I'm about to drop evictions
My mission is to end all the hurt and false religions
While we're closing down the system and all the black prisons
To all the crime victims that haven't received justice
All the ghost fathers and all the struggling mothers
This isn't just a song, I truly started from the bottom
Got million different problems, He the only one to solve'em
I'm the only one to call out all the fake-ness that you show
You ain't gangsta, you ain't G, you ain't shot no one before
You ain't never had the power, you ain't never been a Ghost
But If your real, pour it up, make a toast

I gotta make my move (Make my move, make my move)
I ain't got much to lose yeah (Ain't got time to lose)
Which life is you goin' choose (You goin' choose, you goin' choose)
I gotta make it
Make it, make it, make it

See let me speak to your soul
You said you had a hard life, boy I already know
See I'm a pro
Surviving from the life of the struggle
Cause man I climbed out the trenches
And man I went through the hustle
But man we gotta stay humble
Cause man this life is a jungle
I pray that every single day we find our way through the tunnel
Stop acting like prima donnas
With fake Gucci Cabanas
I'm bout to phone up your momma
And tell her where she goin' find you
This life just leave behind you
And do what God designed you to do
I'm only speakin' the truth
What God designed me to do
You'll thank me later like Drake
He'll open up all the gates
It's like He's building a cake
I taste the victory in every single step that He takes
For you it's never to late
It starts with having the faith
Like Travis Greene say
Man we don't know how, but he makes a way
That's why my God is so great
So let him all the decisions ok

I gotta make my move (Make my move, make my move)
I ain't got much to lose yeah (Ain't got time to lose)
Which life is you goin' choose (You goin' choose, you goin' choose)
I gotta make it
Make it, make it, make it

I'm tired of playin' fool
I got too much to prove
I paid up all my dues
Now I gotta make it, make my move



Credits
Writer(s): Wesly Giordany
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