We Movin'

[Verse 1]

Fresh fruits out the juicer

Since juvie jail taught well, I'm a trooper

If she can tell it's a Louie smell I can scoop her

In a black-bluish SL, bumpin' Luther

Saint Lucia, linen shorts and loafs

Been across the coast, contenders call me the GOAT, haha

Why grope, when women open their throats

Sophisticated adults with stimulatin' results, the Sos'

Still afloat, still a mil' in the vault

Still appeal to the real when it's wrote

Proper approach, I play

Check the resume, fuck what a record say

Only a few certified can really rep this way

Chick fetish, a baller, them bricks bet it

No daughters, the dick's leveraged

It's nothin' to discredit, embedded

Born with it, my vision was all vivid

I'm livin', the Lord did it, decisions is more digits

More explicit, more deliberate

More extraordinaire, so what is it?

Son of a snorter, my aura is Diadora

Extortin' can lead to slaughter, a quarter is deeper waters

Seekin' Kimora, speak sweet sephora

Too neat to loiter, too at peace for fraudure

I applaud ya, if all the pressure ain't dogged ya

Broads tryin' to destroy ya, whores of the Pandora

On camcorder caught with a gram shorter

Mandatory five that's when Yam was aliv

That's my word

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[Verse 2]

Reckless endangerment, necklace insane and shit

Give her no dick, that's how you really restrain a bitch

I'm the Hussein of this, rap foolish fugaziness

Fairy-tale spittin' that others claim niggas crazy with

Up in Mercedes whips, new Gucci blue-navy kicks

Hair wavy, stay fly on that 80s tip

What can they say to diss?

Let 'em pray and wish, at any minute a nigga could 100K the wrist

Slight lisp, but speak truth, the Greek Zeus

All I do is just fuck, nut and eat fruit

From recoups to Venezuela, send the tailor

It's all done for the century servers in the cellar

Hey fella, only few can measure

Takin' paper is pleasure, they imitation vanilla

The arm legger, arm head, with Don cred

I'm no wannabe wack rap non-celeb

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[Verse 3]

From Magic City to Miss America pageants

Got me passin' on pussy never imagined

In suites crashin', eatin' felipes laughin'

Sneaker freak, keep up with feet fashion

They keep askin', how is his shine lastin'?

I'm too ahead of my time to be a has-been

Rhymes craftin' come from crime interaction

So niggas spazzin' is just a minor distraction

Dinner napkins tucked in the button-up

Which means any medallion that's dangling's covered up

Sleeves cuffed, sippin' a tea cup

MC money's like key money when re-in up