Move

Im gonna take em back
Hey, hey
Back when I was rocking at Gap
I really wanted some Guess
Young buhl stress trying to get my style up
Listening to 9th wonder beats on a shitty Pc at moms house narking over dial-up
Now she need the phone so my times up
Never had the luxery of trying to make my mind up
This is all I know
Way before I had a car I thought about this song I was walking in the snow
North Philly winter times always get me energized
A bad kid who always made it home for dinner time
A timid guy, Friday nights I would sit inside
I’m in a race that don’t even have a finish line
Damn
My girl told me to chill and I should listen better
But right now I’m not in the mood
A stripper told me I should probably get my shit together
It’s ironic but it was true
Mumble part*
Hey momma don’t want to see her son go broke
I told her I’m gonna hustle until I can’t no more
Get high, come down
Breath in, breath out
Cause your whole life could change with one song
Fill it up with love until the loves all gone
I’ve known Al since back in the day?
Two wild undergraduates rappin its way
And I mean it when I say it al
If anybody fucks with you let me know
Cause I could knock a pussy out like Cassius Clay
Shake the whole crew down and gravel his face
Cruise down Passyunk and grab us a steak
That best friend mentality is a hell of a habit to break
You got to hold it down for gravity sake
I mean uhhh
The love it had to be real
That Philadelphia underground is Amityville
That’s why they fuck with the Ground up family still
That cursive G up on the chest like a family seal
And momma still scared to see her son go broke
I told her Im gonna hustle until I can’t no more
Whole life can change with one song
Ima fill this bitch with love till the loves all gone
Mumble Part*
Hey momma don’t want to see her son go broke
I told her I’m gonna hustle until I can’t no more
Get high, come down
Breath in, breath out
Yeah
Cause my whole life could change with one song
Fill it up with love until the loves all gone, all gone
Young man in his prime
Little weed put the lean in the Canada dry
They would tell me this the kinda shit that happen with time
But define all the odds is just a habit of mine
Now I’m feeling like Bruce Wayne or Jordan in the flu game
I don’t got a lot left to give right now
I wear my heart on my sleeve
It’s getting harder to breath
Because there’s cops outside killing kids right now
Yeah
They praying you lose they hoping you fail
That’s why they, closing the schools and opening jails
(breathing)
Get high, come down
Breath in, breath out