Can’t control

Yeah
Yeaaah yea

Verse 1 (Moon)

Money talks louder than a baby’s cry
The light still follows my escaping eyes
Asked her “do you want it” she said maybe why ?
Why you trynna mess yourself a great surprise
Imma go get it yea get the prize
Can’t sit and act like im mesmerized
Give me a beat let me testify
It’s bugging my head get the pesticide
Yeaah
Got good shit good price too
Good food had good nights too
Good vibes and blue lights too
Looking good when you pose in it
Good job on that nice view
You know i like good rides too
And if you act too tight boo
I hope you like goodbyes too
Yea
I know im a beast (ayyyyii)
And y’all know Bruce Lee said be water 249 said be solid
I respect the peace sign
But in most of the time
It’s the other hand that tells
If you’re repping this side
Rest in peace my peeps dying

Chorus (Moon)
Niggas catching bodies, devil buying souls
That the real economy, the state can’t control
2 am in the k town watch out for 12 patrols
Too much death in the 249 hope i dont get the call

Verse 2 (Moon)

And when i saw death i said “why you taking on my slimes?”
He said man in the 249, they got him working overtime
I said you can take this soul of mine (on god)
I hope i see a better 9 (on god)
I hope i leave the sun to shine (on god)
Even if im in the sky (yea yeah)
Even if im in the sky
Devil looking in my eyes
Thought I wouldn’t recognize
Knew i had to pay a price
See in life ain’t nothing free
Yet you see some comedy
This nigga laughing in misery
That nigga crying in luxury
Damn

Hook (Moon)

Niggas catching bodies, devil buying souls
Someone selling work, some will sell a zoul
Some will sell love, some will sell the oath
That’s the real economy, the state can’t control