Off The Chair

(álbum: Movements - 2016)

Yeah, I'm Donald Trump
And while they're still on that apprentice shit
You the type to wife a hoe and buy expensive shit
We just rap to risk it all, you know just spend them chips
I know the people call it rap, I call it venting bitch
And they don't flow like this
Rap time the pussy so riteous
Fuck, come around we don't go bout em
When they toss question marks, we stay so silent
They try to kill your dreams and put them in a grave
That's why I cut my grass low, cause I ain't fucking with these snakes

They say money come and go but my niggas don't
I know, I know
They say bitches come and go but my niggas don't
I know, I know
They say I bet your gon' change when that paper grow
I won't, I won't
I'm on the way, for my way tell somebody else
I'm gone, I'm gone

Young with a dream
Dollar bills we don't really have that
Momma work two jobs, late night shifts
Great nights, man we ain't really have that
Yea, that's life though
Con man came in, turned the lights off
I was in the dark, I was plotting
I was thinking about my momma trying to take out these rhymes, I
Seen them highs and lows
Had to hustle, boy I brew or broke
Pops wasn't there, had to play that role
Was a young nigga thought I had to brew that dope, yeah
But now I'm grown and shit don't make no sense
She says she love me but I know she just a Mayo fan

They say money come and go but my niggas don't
I know, I know
They say bitches come and go but my niggas don't
I know, I know, I know
They say I bet your gon' change when that paper grow
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't
I'm on the way, for my way tell somebody else
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone