Wacko

Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
I got the juice, is you done it right
Pull up on my goons, yeah, we gotta ride
Always at the top, till a homie die
Always at the top, till a homie die
Reminiscing, watching on the screen
Representing, I gotta put on for the team
Made it to the game I had to put a ring
Marting Luther young king had a dream
better pull up with a bag
Changed the mood, you was happy, now you sad
I went to school, just to work up on my raps
Did economics, but I’m flying first class
Sheesh, you can never understand this
Educate you girl, I’m finna hit her with some answers
New Wave king well, never been a has-been
They ask me who’s rapping
I put my city on the fucking
Fuck with my elements
Get to the bag, no devidend
Got me a that’s regimen
If it’s bring uzzi
go out of control, you’re like Pearl Thusi
Awu ngeke, sbali
Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
I got the juice, is you done it right
Pull up on my goons, yeah, we gotta ride
Always at the top, till a homie die
Always at the top, till a homie die
I was young and hot, I had to kill them all
I brought out the cash, I did nonstop
When I got my twin, I turn the tables, nigga
And when they said noway
I said I’ll pay
Location, location no more location, nigga
Vaca with my gang, it might be Barbados, nigga
I’ll take your lil' bitch right now and not later, nigga
She to hang with the rich and famous, nigga
Fuck all this strangers asking for favours, nigga
Had to say it like that so it can shake a nigga
If they had a way they’d erase or replace a nigga
But instead I’m wasted out in Spain, they embrace a nigga
Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
I got the juice, is you done it right
Pull up on my goons, yeah, we gotta ride
Always at the top, till a homie die
Always at the top, till a homie die
Young Nino born and raised in the 25
Fuck dying in my city B you gotta ride
Sucker-free that’s how I’m coming that’s my new vibe
Niggas got their hands out I got my hands tight
Eh! King said if it’s tour life bring Uzi
I just got off tour, bought a cold chain now I’m feeling fluey
Used to but fake chains, back in brick lane when I was in?
Being broke got me moody, now I’m making money up goodie
See my hustle never ending, free my dogs, get them out the kennel
If it’s costly, I’mma handle, when I was down, y’all didn’t abandon
I was trapping, out the bando, going super hard on the pen though
And we did it all in the pen though, now we bossed up, no handler
Eh! ta maluco
Mas não tas a ver que sou adulto
Rappers, tão de luto
Eu não sujo mãos com esses putos
'tou a contar mola com Ell Puto
Quanta mola tenho, meu assunto
Deixa música acaba os estudos
Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
Never gave up, now I’m dancing
Moon-walking to the money, Michael Jackson
I got the juice, is you done it right
Pull up on my goons, yeah, we gotta ride
Always at the top, till a homie die
Always at the top, till a homie die