Keep Moving On

(Baby you got something in your nose)
I got something in my nose?
The fuck?
Oh, nah, I'm trippin'
You know,
motherfuckers got cheated on
It is what it is, man
You know, "Motion Keep Moving"
Now "Motion Keep Moving On"
Gotta keep that shit moving, man
Keep it player
Not a rapper, nigga
You know, just on this bitch shit talkin'
That's what I do
Run it

I ain't Christopher Columbus, so why the fuck I tried to settle down
I thought I got a square, but wrong shape, cause shorty gets around
Thinking bout all the cuffed black men, I think I let them down
But fuck em!
(Fuck em)

I was carrying that relationship, and now my back tired
Calling her my baby, I should've shut up where's the pacifier
I'll smash the honest bitches, but I think I need the pass liars
If she had a car, I would've left it with the slashed tires
If she say she love you, keep your guard up and your racks higher
If she fiending, check the rubber for a hole, just like a flat tire
And if she cheat, toss her in a bathtub and add her flat iron
And if she kiss a girl that's past the red flag, nigga, that's sirens
A bitch took my bitch,
Wait, wait,
Does that mean I'm a bitch?
I need my gun, like a pitch black room, I need to find the switch
I'm sick of cheating hoes, that shit fucking with my sinuses
Black panther, I know I need a bitch, but I don't know what kind of bitch
With my grown bitch, we go on fancy dates, I'm tasting wine and shit
My young bitch waste my time, catch a attitude, then whine and shit
She run game and get hit, the NFL should sign the bitch
My ex stabbed me in the back, but next time I'll be behind the bitch

(Do you even really like this track?)
Yeah, I like it, but
Damn, this shit fucking with my feelings
And I'm fucking with the drugs
And that shit fucking up my healing
Fuck!
I'ma just talk my shit

I won't trust another bitch till 3089
I hope my next bitch cheat the first day, it'll save me time
If my ex hear this fucking verse, she gon' hate these lines
But I gotta give her that karma, cause she gave me mines
You was fucking with a rich nigga, that's a fact though
Now code word scoliosis,
That mean you back broke
Now she can't call me her nigga, like she Fat Joe
If you ain't get that, that's a Puerto Rican versus black joke
Motion ran his numbers up, and the fucking stats show
I Wonder when Women gon' tell the truth, I need the lasso
I been a hot nigga before Bobby had his hat thrown
My white bitch say BLM, just because her pussy black owned (Damn)
If the bitch loyalty in question, nigga don't grab her
Long distance or next door, that shit don't matter
Seen 2 hoes with hella cake, so I'ma fuck whoever badder (batter)
Ain't have to make a move to hit, cause I'm a bunter, not a batter
She told a fat ass lie, but I don't care, my pockets fatter
This song might make me a milli, let's make sure we got the masters
Shorty begging for forgiveness, told her save it for the pastor
Shorty begging for a callback, you would've thought she was an actor
Gang told me be the bigger person,
(Huh)
Bro I'm 5'8"
Only time I take the high road is on the highway
So I'ma get my get back, that shit running up the crime rate
Like Rat said,
Couple of K's on YouTube and in my bank