Nobody Move 2.5

I know some rap niggas that ain’t got a dime
Couldn’t even take the pressure when its crunch time
Cut right in front of you in the lunch line
Fear in your spine, you’ll prolly never get a cosign
Too many niggas, with money for the weed
But ain’t no money for the dream
Blowing money out your ass just like a trumpet
Fuck it, and all these crabs in the bucket
They watchin', they schemin' and they plottin'
Not enough walkin', too much talkin', slick shit, I ain’t rockin'
Can’t have champagne taste, with beer money
They actin silly, they actin funny
Why you frontin' when your bank account is in overdraft
This is real life, the world of warcraft
Take a L, Bounce back, like a boomerang
Like Pops off the Wayans Brothers it go bang bang bang
Hold up muthafucka wait a minute
Too many nosy muthafuckas in my business
Watch what happen when I step up in the building
Everybody put they hands up up to the ceiling
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody Move, Nobody get hurt
I ain’t gonna hand you shit, you gotta put in that work
Fuck you thought it was a game
When you doing good, they throw dirt on your name
Death before dishonor
Bear witness to the greatness, together my team stronger
Triple double, 12 assist, game winning swish
Drop kick the shit outta your gold fish
Friends to into foes, like girls to into hoes
Zion Williamson in his prime, A rookie into a pro
What the fuck you think we came for
Breakdown the barriers, and the front door
Why you gettin in your feelings
Why you gettin in your feelings
MPR, LOX, money power respect
You ain’t got no morals, you the number 1 suspect
Hold up muthafucka wait a minute
Too many nosy muthafuckas in my business
Watch what happen when I step up in the building
Everybody put they hands up up to the ceiling
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Soul of a poet, the mind of a killer
The Heart of a lion, with drive of a dopedealer
The mexican threw his wife off the roof to kill her to kill her
Damn it musta been the tequila
Can’t be a supporting character your whole life
Can’t hold a real nigga down, you know that shit ain’t right
I had to hustle just to get it man
Living on the 5th floor, just like Brah Man
Tommy Strong, nigga, I never had a 9 to 5
Had to put the grind in to overdrive
Diversify your bonds nigga
Versatile, can’t put me in a box nigga
10 years from now I’ma be down with the music shit
Venture capitalist, internationalist
Running around the world like maniac
No need to worry, JS aka The best is back