‌moving on

[Intro: cosznmo, CAFUNÉ, & Both]
Where did you learn what it means to reciprocate?
And how much can I be expected to tolerate?
So I started to think about the plans I made (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
The debt unpaid (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
And you just can't call a spade a spade (I love you, Ruken)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Gotta get shit moving on
Fuck it, I gotta get shit moving on
Uh, gotta get shit moving on
Fuck it, I gotta get— (Uh, yeah, uh)
Gotta get shit moving on
Fuck it, I gotta get shit moving on
Uh, gotta get shit moving on (We love you, Coz)
Fuck it, I gotta get— (Uh, yeah)

[Chorus]
Gotta get shit moving on
Do what I do for the life that I want
Taking the pain and I'm smoking it strong
Shit still the same, I'm just changing the— (Yеah)
Shit still the same, I'm just changing the font
Keep mе a chrome, it's protecting my heart
Why smoke the L's? Bag the Yves Saint Laurent
Took me a L, niggas still moving on
I'm a pro at this shit, fuck the cons
Put on that shit like I been at Milan
Bitch, I'm the shit, niggas call me the don
Rich off the white side, feel like Hassan
And I stay with a stick like baton
Look at how all this shit coming along
Shot to the top like I pulled out the bong
Bathing in ape, niggas calling me Kong
Set the ping, hit an opp with the pong
Elastic, I'm stretching my money out long
Top floor shit, this is where I belong
Never crash out, I ain't hitting the gong
Been out in Philly, they told me I'm drawn
Blowing O's on the block like I'm Keef or I'm Von
I still move with the chop 'cause your bro might do wrong
Fuck it though, this just my life in a song

[Verse]
This just my life in the lyrics
'Member when niggas, they wasn't tryna hear it
Flew to the top, shit, look at my— (Uh)
Flew to the top, shit, look at my spirit
Shawty give top, she taking my soul
Got some niggas, ain't getting parole
Got some feelings, ain't letting it go
Fuck my freedom of speech, put my vote on the pole
But fuck it, I ran out of love
Hoes just be washing away like it's Dove
Still to this day, thank the man that's above
And I still to this day ask the man that's above:
"Why do it gotta be me?
When do I get to be free?"
Tired of smoking my pain in these trees
Tryn' make it rain like I'm shooting 'em threes
In love with these hoes, ain't in love with myself
And the Rx keep taking my health
Took all the pain and just hid it in wealth
Off the block and I'm still moving stealth
I could hang by a feather, ain't asking for help
At the table, ain't up on the shelf
Shit not the same, they ain't know how I felt
Fuck it though, this just the cards I was dealt
'Cause I was the nigga that's dealing
Getting closer to God, I be high as the ceiling
All these hoes doing nothing that's fixing my feelings
Pop me a Perc', leaving Earth is my healing
Watching the moon, this shit come in full circle
Beat the odds when I jumped over shit like a hurdle
Five in this clip, I shoot green like it's Wordle
I'm dropping shells, nigga, just like a turtle
Yeah, all this shit been fucking up my mental
Can't fuck with these hoes, not sentimental
Yeah, watching all your mans is fundamental
Keep a iron, nigga, heavy metal
Yeah, fuck it up, niggas ain't know what I'm on
In the six, keep a two-three, feel like LeBron
This hit knock off his wicks like I'm shooting with John
Nigga, I got this shit out the mud
Crossed the finish line, I ain't have no one to hug
Put a four in the two, nigga, feel like I'm Dugg
In my quick scope phase, lay him down like a rug

[Chorus]
Gotta get shit moving on
Do what I do for the life that I want
Taking the pain and I'm smoking it strong
Shit still the same, I'm just changing the— (Yeah)
Shit still the same, I'm just changing the font
Keep me a chrome, it's protecting my heart
Why smoke the L's? Bag the Yves Saint Laurent
Took me a L, niggas still moving on
I'm a pro at this shit, fuck the cons
Put on that shit like I been at Milan
Bitch, I'm the shit, niggas call me the don
Rich off the white side, feel like Hassan
And I stay with a stick like baton
Look at how all this shit coming along
Shot to the top like I pulled out the bong
Bathing in ape, niggas calling me Kong
Set the ping, hit an opp with the pong
Elastic, I'm stretching my money out long
Top floor shit, this is where I belong
Never crash out, I ain't hitting the gong
Been out in Philly, they told me I'm drawn
Blowing O's on the block like I'm Keef or I'm Von
I still move with the chop 'cause your bro might do wrong
Fuck it though, this just my life in a song (I love you, Ruken)