Stick & Move
Evil Empire
You already know what it is, pussy
Phone, wallet, keys, and 9mm
South Memphis streets
A piece and a freeze cup
First chance they get
They gone run off with your shit
Big bad wolf
Gotta get it out the brick
Slid to zone 6
Selling sticks out the Fit
Power in the tongue
Nigga gotta hit a lick, gotta
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
Bible on the mattress
Pistol on my pillow
I feel at home when I'm rapping
A nigga might drop this on Zillow
See myself winning one look in mirror
Then I remember my vision is bad
Tattoo the mission all over my skin
Tryna give myself a picture that last
Pussy aint never helped me get a bag
Drugs aint do shit but fuck me outta dad
Never liked mixing the good with the bad
Breaking the curse of the pain as a trend
Seen too much death to go tell you to spin
Won't sell my soul for no internet trend
Picture look different you switch out the lens
Don't need advice from outside looking in
Watch on my wrist butt, booty, ball naked
If she don't like a nigga, that just mean she racist
Clear my throat, spit right on South Memphis pavement
Xbox lobby, find you someone else to play with, yeah
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
.380 right by the wallet
Prayed to God I don't need it when I bought it
At the Valero I saw my first body
Had to keep going like that shit aint rock me
3 in the morning I hear bullets fly
8 in the morning I hear who got shot
Niggas still want me to rap bout that fire
Like that shit aint us all traumatized
R.I.P Cavi & R.I.P Joc
Fucked up when memories all that you got
They pay you 25 cent at your job
You put it up, you don't wanna get robbed
I try to tell 'em that shit aint the way
And they like nigga get the fuck out my face
Hate to see black power going to waste
And that's the main reason that till this day I gotta
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
We aint new to this
We true to this
This is Evil Empire
You already know what it is, pussy
Phone, wallet, keys, and 9mm
South Memphis streets
A piece and a freeze cup
First chance they get
They gone run off with your shit
Big bad wolf
Gotta get it out the brick
Slid to zone 6
Selling sticks out the Fit
Power in the tongue
Nigga gotta hit a lick, gotta
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
Bible on the mattress
Pistol on my pillow
I feel at home when I'm rapping
A nigga might drop this on Zillow
See myself winning one look in mirror
Then I remember my vision is bad
Tattoo the mission all over my skin
Tryna give myself a picture that last
Pussy aint never helped me get a bag
Drugs aint do shit but fuck me outta dad
Never liked mixing the good with the bad
Breaking the curse of the pain as a trend
Seen too much death to go tell you to spin
Won't sell my soul for no internet trend
Picture look different you switch out the lens
Don't need advice from outside looking in
Watch on my wrist butt, booty, ball naked
If she don't like a nigga, that just mean she racist
Clear my throat, spit right on South Memphis pavement
Xbox lobby, find you someone else to play with, yeah
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
.380 right by the wallet
Prayed to God I don't need it when I bought it
At the Valero I saw my first body
Had to keep going like that shit aint rock me
3 in the morning I hear bullets fly
8 in the morning I hear who got shot
Niggas still want me to rap bout that fire
Like that shit aint us all traumatized
R.I.P Cavi & R.I.P Joc
Fucked up when memories all that you got
They pay you 25 cent at your job
You put it up, you don't wanna get robbed
I try to tell 'em that shit aint the way
And they like nigga get the fuck out my face
Hate to see black power going to waste
And that's the main reason that till this day I gotta
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
Stick, move
Stick, move
Stick, move
Move, yeah
Stick when I move
Move with a stick
Stick when I move
Gotta move with a stick
We aint new to this
We true to this
This is Evil Empire
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