CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Movin’ Like I’m PAC
Worried 'bout the fall and the sum of it all
Father forgive me for I know not what I do
Money ain't my God, happy ain't a job
Welcome me with open arms, self-sabotage
We f**kin' b*t*hes raw
'Cause what's the point of it if we don't risk it all?
If we don't risk it all
Throw some racks in it, throw some racks in it
Throw some, throw some racks in it, throw some racks in it
You b*t*h n***as gettin' compromised
We all see it all in due time
All in all, my heart in the right place
You spend more time dead than you alive
I'm a real bag chaser
But don't get it f**ked up like I don't have a why
Like I wouldn't put that boogie on you
That boogie-woogie on you, make you— ah
I'm a 508 baby
F**kin' hoes for sport, gettin' money like it's the '80s
Mowalola tee, I match the Forces on occasion
Say what's on your mind and everybody think you crazy
I can't be another dumb n***a chasing cosigns
Mouse traps all around the crib, it's not wavy
I don't have no idols, I be looking up to ghost now
Movin' like I'm Pac in '95, I gotta slow down
Feel like I'm the golden child and everybody knows it now
Like stop playing stupid, n***a, 'fore I bring the ruler out
Flygerian, time traveling
I don't even know what year we in, how you manage it?
All them ideas in your head and still doing damage, kid
And by the time you understand the sh*t, it'll be—
A long time
Sh*t, what's gotten into ya?
Read Tibetan scriptures while I sift through sacred literature
Days gettin' sinister, my name's getting infamous
Rollin' big biscuits got me f**kin' up my sentences
Judging off the syndicate, the racks is gon' be infinite
My neck's gon' glisten on execs who don't be listening
All the walls caving in, plotted on by many men
Being honest, I ain't see no solace since the breakin' in
Where I crawled out of
I'm shocked, not locked up in a padded box
Or caught up in the back of bars
I contemplate the saddest thoughts
In the mirror actually where we tend to face the baddest wars
I laugh while I'm prepared, to wave flags like matadors
Talk to me, mi amor
I just want freedom
He ain't seem to catch a breather, y'all
Ain't respond in weeks, I'm sound asleep
Just tryna see tomorrow
Belly of the beasts, dodging creatures tryna creep up on us
Okay
Uh, sophisticated arrogance
Make music for children and n***as in failed marriages
How you f**k up? stand up, you embarra**ing
Your morals out of wack
Around jawns, you out of character
Committed to the mission, I ain't losing my stride
Ricky said he wants our best, I give my best every time
I'm grateful and filled with hate at the same damn time
Inherited, Toussaint is in my flesh, I'm alive
Uh
Completed every single thought
Pu**y do not get involved
Women, trying to get rid of y'all
Built my backbone
Throw it back, that's her favorite sport
Connection through a man and a woman is through a credit card
More bags, more heels, more meals, swipe again
More fights, more hate, more sex, swipe again
No goals, more chores, more stress, swipe again
You can't buy love, I swear all y'all stupid
Tim Allen how I show improvement
Swear to God my pen is stupid
Time to dump out all my roaches
Rapper pack is all I'm smoking
Swear I make the dumbest choices
Shimmy shimmy through the poison
Flows pa**ing through the border
Demolition man, I'm killing
Every single track, I need my hands sanitized
This is year five, Meech ain't even reaching his prime
I talk sh*t, and give tips, I see you lost in your life
Meech BOLD against the world
I swear to God I won't die, my n***a
Father forgive me for I know not what I do
Money ain't my God, happy ain't a job
Welcome me with open arms, self-sabotage
We f**kin' b*t*hes raw
'Cause what's the point of it if we don't risk it all?
If we don't risk it all
Throw some racks in it, throw some racks in it
Throw some, throw some racks in it, throw some racks in it
You b*t*h n***as gettin' compromised
We all see it all in due time
All in all, my heart in the right place
You spend more time dead than you alive
I'm a real bag chaser
But don't get it f**ked up like I don't have a why
Like I wouldn't put that boogie on you
That boogie-woogie on you, make you— ah
I'm a 508 baby
F**kin' hoes for sport, gettin' money like it's the '80s
Mowalola tee, I match the Forces on occasion
Say what's on your mind and everybody think you crazy
I can't be another dumb n***a chasing cosigns
Mouse traps all around the crib, it's not wavy
I don't have no idols, I be looking up to ghost now
Movin' like I'm Pac in '95, I gotta slow down
Feel like I'm the golden child and everybody knows it now
Like stop playing stupid, n***a, 'fore I bring the ruler out
Flygerian, time traveling
I don't even know what year we in, how you manage it?
All them ideas in your head and still doing damage, kid
And by the time you understand the sh*t, it'll be—
A long time
Sh*t, what's gotten into ya?
Read Tibetan scriptures while I sift through sacred literature
Days gettin' sinister, my name's getting infamous
Rollin' big biscuits got me f**kin' up my sentences
Judging off the syndicate, the racks is gon' be infinite
My neck's gon' glisten on execs who don't be listening
All the walls caving in, plotted on by many men
Being honest, I ain't see no solace since the breakin' in
Where I crawled out of
I'm shocked, not locked up in a padded box
Or caught up in the back of bars
I contemplate the saddest thoughts
In the mirror actually where we tend to face the baddest wars
I laugh while I'm prepared, to wave flags like matadors
Talk to me, mi amor
I just want freedom
He ain't seem to catch a breather, y'all
Ain't respond in weeks, I'm sound asleep
Just tryna see tomorrow
Belly of the beasts, dodging creatures tryna creep up on us
Okay
Uh, sophisticated arrogance
Make music for children and n***as in failed marriages
How you f**k up? stand up, you embarra**ing
Your morals out of wack
Around jawns, you out of character
Committed to the mission, I ain't losing my stride
Ricky said he wants our best, I give my best every time
I'm grateful and filled with hate at the same damn time
Inherited, Toussaint is in my flesh, I'm alive
Uh
Completed every single thought
Pu**y do not get involved
Women, trying to get rid of y'all
Built my backbone
Throw it back, that's her favorite sport
Connection through a man and a woman is through a credit card
More bags, more heels, more meals, swipe again
More fights, more hate, more sex, swipe again
No goals, more chores, more stress, swipe again
You can't buy love, I swear all y'all stupid
Tim Allen how I show improvement
Swear to God my pen is stupid
Time to dump out all my roaches
Rapper pack is all I'm smoking
Swear I make the dumbest choices
Shimmy shimmy through the poison
Flows pa**ing through the border
Demolition man, I'm killing
Every single track, I need my hands sanitized
This is year five, Meech ain't even reaching his prime
I talk sh*t, and give tips, I see you lost in your life
Meech BOLD against the world
I swear to God I won't die, my n***a
