Quiet Moves

[Intro]

Yo, look

[Verse]

The niggas that y'all hype, I feel like they don't rap that nice

Trash bag rhymes, nah, nigga, pass that mic

And if you clap once at me, then I'ma clap back twice

Then watch your body on the news as I relax at night

At times we struggled, had nowhere to turn, that's when I missed my dad

Huh, sometimes I grieved the parent that I wish I had

Got it on my own, I got it slow, then I flipped it fast

My aura hard to read like it's chicken-scratched

I'm better with skills, my people fed up for real

History of a system that left us set up and killed

They wanna see us fail, it never was fair

Blacks on one side and whites on the other, that's Cruella de Vil

I always knew the hardest ones would be the best wars fought

I ran up a check until the sweat poured off

I like to eat at restaurants where they cook the food in front of you, I'm sippin' wine, tellin' the chef, "More salt"

Yeah, to see a check, he was riskin' his safety

Do drug numbers like Mike CDs did in the '80s

I told my man I need a ring before I give him a baby

One regret, I got money and started spendin' it crazy

Damn, the power of movin' silent and keepin' a secret

'Cause even the quiet dummy can sing like a genius

I been talented since my birth, I was deep as a fetus

I was powerful with my words, could turn demons to Jesus

[Outro]

Yeah