Moonwalker
Sometimes staying loyal get you burned
Love get you killed
And having no ambition get you left out in the field
I don't know what the fuck they be on, I'm tryna get my shot foreal
It's just one mic and my doja, free my thoughts up out this cell
Tell you 'bout the nights I been through hell
Feel like Nelly, make it hot in here
So many tears like Makavell'
They always wait too late to start to care
By then I already got that fiya to my head
By then I be ready to end it there
My momma said it's only two ways out this shit
So when you in the streets I hope you prepared
Bench press on the block still got time to hit these packs
Last time I checked I wrap my dick but I still drag my sack
Grown ass bitch n mad cuz I won't lend a hand
My momma said she need my hand and she just can't let go of it
Got bigger fish up on my pan, it's nothing personal lil' bitch
Wish I could just roll my problems with my gas and blow it in the wind
Wish I could just pop this perc and eat these shrooms and not start feelin' sick
I just wish I could tell baby how I live without her judging shit
I just moved a diddy for fifteen, might cop a whip and flip it (Yeah)
But before I whip it, might just pimp it, yeah Xzibit
Slit my wrist, the same color my fifties
Lil bro rag color my hunnids
And big bro, flag on the right and the same color as fruit punch
Man, I'm tired of talkin'
It's time to move
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I light up the room
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I live on the moon
Mike Jack off them drugs
I'm feelin Invincible
Leanin', smooth criminal
These niggas know what I do
Don't you call me bout no feature n cuz I hop on that bitch and I carry you
Don't ask me to sell ya lil' reefer n cuz I'm droppin' these bags off for twenty-two
I don't even know your lil' people n, "he tryna tryn get what?", boy I ain't a fool
Tryna get two bags off the late night
Must've thought I was born last night
I might not even bring the work (un un)
Just my damn pipe
Bitch keep blowin' up my phone, I'm in the stu rappin' my damn life
I got brothers inside of the walls, I told em' hang tight
Man, I'm tired of talkin'
It's time to move
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I light up the room
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I live on the moon
Mike Jack off them drugs
I'm feelin Invincible
Uh, Who badder than you??
Uh
Yea
Who bad?
(Sharko)
What
Uh
Who next?
Yea, yea, uh, yea
Uh
Uh
Yea
Yea
Aye, pass that gas n
(Ddot cold as a motherfucka on god)
Love get you killed
And having no ambition get you left out in the field
I don't know what the fuck they be on, I'm tryna get my shot foreal
It's just one mic and my doja, free my thoughts up out this cell
Tell you 'bout the nights I been through hell
Feel like Nelly, make it hot in here
So many tears like Makavell'
They always wait too late to start to care
By then I already got that fiya to my head
By then I be ready to end it there
My momma said it's only two ways out this shit
So when you in the streets I hope you prepared
Bench press on the block still got time to hit these packs
Last time I checked I wrap my dick but I still drag my sack
Grown ass bitch n mad cuz I won't lend a hand
My momma said she need my hand and she just can't let go of it
Got bigger fish up on my pan, it's nothing personal lil' bitch
Wish I could just roll my problems with my gas and blow it in the wind
Wish I could just pop this perc and eat these shrooms and not start feelin' sick
I just wish I could tell baby how I live without her judging shit
I just moved a diddy for fifteen, might cop a whip and flip it (Yeah)
But before I whip it, might just pimp it, yeah Xzibit
Slit my wrist, the same color my fifties
Lil bro rag color my hunnids
And big bro, flag on the right and the same color as fruit punch
Man, I'm tired of talkin'
It's time to move
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I light up the room
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I live on the moon
Mike Jack off them drugs
I'm feelin Invincible
Leanin', smooth criminal
These niggas know what I do
Don't you call me bout no feature n cuz I hop on that bitch and I carry you
Don't ask me to sell ya lil' reefer n cuz I'm droppin' these bags off for twenty-two
I don't even know your lil' people n, "he tryna tryn get what?", boy I ain't a fool
Tryna get two bags off the late night
Must've thought I was born last night
I might not even bring the work (un un)
Just my damn pipe
Bitch keep blowin' up my phone, I'm in the stu rappin' my damn life
I got brothers inside of the walls, I told em' hang tight
Man, I'm tired of talkin'
It's time to move
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I light up the room
Mike Jack when I'm walkin'
Bitch I live on the moon
Mike Jack off them drugs
I'm feelin Invincible
Uh, Who badder than you??
Uh
Yea
Who bad?
(Sharko)
What
Uh
Who next?
Yea, yea, uh, yea
Uh
Uh
Yea
Yea
Aye, pass that gas n
(Ddot cold as a motherfucka on god)
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Writer(s): Miguel Fogg
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