[Verse 1]
First I wanted the fame. Now I just want the money
And I don’t have to explain cause all you gotta do is turn on the TV to see that that shit will turn a motherfucker insane
But Ill admit it, Im an addict Thought I quit, now Im just back at it
Back to backpacking cause Mack done got it crackin
And we piggybackin off of that action, go head and ask him
I ain't lie. Ask around The Town, I ain't shy
But some still take the train to say I ain't fly
It’s all good, I’m all smiles, I survive, yep
Couple grand in the bank. Couple grand in the pockets
Ain’t concerned with the take so I ain't paid but Im paid enough not to talk shit
Hashtag whatever. I'll never give em the effort. a clеverly armed melody puts еm on the trapdoor then pull the lever
Let em fall forever. Yeah, forever ever
I don’t give a shit how many youtube views you got naw naw naw naw my shit is better
[Chorus]
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean
I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean
I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates
[Verse 2]
I let the beat do the talkin, they out they seat when I walk in though, ugh
Michael Jackson, Bad. Born in the 80s, rad. Mama was a DJ, always played Jazz
So here I am, 20 years later, mic in hand and when I hit the stage, they be like GOD DAMN!
Ain’t rapped in months, but still the best out cause most rap sucks and I don’t care who knows, give zero fucks because I paid my dues and took my lumps. Ucck
Black and Scottish, kilt it. Really black and Irish, Celtic
But I digress, tried to drink my pain to hide my mess but that shit don’t work, I tried my best, naw it just got worse with what came next. Life
It is what it is though. Ain't scared to let the tears flow. That’s grown man shit homes
Still bad to the bizone, tell em Kubi’s on deck and I bet they yelling that it’s on!
[Chorus]
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean
I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean
I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates
Moan was written by Kublakai.
Moan was produced by Kublakai & Isaac Meek.