Matt Movin' - No Fiction (Intro)
RTA ain’t no other wayLie ain’t never care who tell it
I don’t give a fuck they talking
Those important they respect me
Those who don’t still ain’t gon cross me
They know i don’t give a fuck bout charges
They know I ain’t lettin up be cautious
And I keep a forty on me like a fucking alcoholic
Made grandma a promise I’ll never tat my face up long as she living
Well she ain’t here
Truth told should’ve had em not that it really matter
Had a couple on some shh now they tears
You was pussy back then I guess now you real
In the bushes past tense stepping out no fear
I no longer take orders pull your strap get killed
Come around my way warring Im’a black up still
All black in field mane what you did this for
Now I’m talkin to you waterboarded ribs all crushed
Should’ve killed me but you crossed me let it build all up
Someone labeled me a target now it’s real aww shucks
Lost it all last month already built back half
Let em talk let em stunt know they ain’t built like that
I done took the homie charges they ain’t real like that
I done carried homie coffins they ain’t feel like that
Sipping Starbucks reading Robert Greene fore the sunrise
Since I popped a perc been a minute tryna calm down
DM on that bullshit bitch need to calm down
Run up wit that full mmm let me hold my tongue now
New boy a punk get the pump knock his lungs out
Scared to get punched ok fuck it bring the guns out
We can take it anywhere you want bring the drums out
Pull up to the spot let’s get it on we ain’t gon run out
Death spoken on my name why you lying on the reaper
I can get your ass knocked off now for a feature
Pops side mob tied that’s famiglia per la vita
Please don’t make me make a call and have you wakin up in freezers
Take you all through hell nail clippers and some tweezers
Scalpels on the table i don’t think we even need them
Bitch I barely sleep I be up all night fighting demons
Jump up tryna breathe hard life got me reading
Scriptures sent to prison for the homeboys locked up
Been up in that system feeling known that why I got ya
Bitches on my line tryna trick me out the knot huh
Empty inside jack o lantern face carved up
Poker face bluff fear love but my cards tough
Fuck her til she tell me she in love but my guards up
Fuck her she ain’t shit I’m finna trust heart scarred up
Come up in the bricks ran wit thugs keep a hard mug
Hardy street met Twenty fore he even painted walls up
Southern street alley two they know I had that rod tucked
Taylor street by the tunnel after whipping hard up
All the way to N O with killers throwing their wards up
Bitch I’m a knight in shining armor I got my sword up
Used to pay more at the door now they can’t afford us
Who you know will stretch out a benz and make it a tour bus
Not pay the way for all they friends but open bigger doors up
Bore us you ain’t talking anything but money
Hoes a dime a fucking dozen I got brain soon as I want it
You ain’t special bitch do better you ain’t pretty when you flaunt it
She everything you is with extra seem sadity I know don’t it
I’ll take a wash rag and humble you
My bitch wake up and stunt on you
Have your self esteem more low down than the pussy that’s up under you
I don’t fuck with you I make that shit known ain’t no love
When they get gone oh well tough don’t hit my phone ain’t no trust
Bae I was wrong I’m hanging up go die alone bitch ain’t no us
Knew all along bitch wasn’t shit no time to argue with a slut
I got my money back up I got more than you
Might lease a mansion with a fountain and a gorgeous pool
Heard you having a lil trouble can’t afford to move
Funny thing about them tables how they always seem to turn
Guess hello from the other side rings more than true
Pray that things will be alright but nothing more for you
I’m about to say some shit that’s probably gon cut you deep
Your bitch dreaming bout my dick while she in your arms asleep
Know it hurts you can’t compete make matters worse you truly weak
Steady living off a bitch I used to spoil three times a week
Homeboys switching up I guess it’s fuck me again
Own blood turning on me why the love gotta end
Cause I ain’t give you no ends what you did to help me win
I remember ridicule you ain’t really finna win
Yeah it fucked wit me then but it really fueled inside
So I guess I should toss you a lil something for the drive
Amanda always gon ride kinda feel I did her wrong
Slick fell in love in school used to listen to my songs
Hated I was living wrong one of few knew I was on
Used to scoop off of Roanoke just two deep riding chrome
First time I got shot after rachel moved on
I was heart broke at mey’s talkin to tiffany on the phone
Listening while you read the bible telling me to keep strong
Chicken noodle soup ginger ale still can’t believe you gone
They don’t know the fucking half of all the pain I got inside me
I be sad and I be quiet go from laughing straight to violence
I ain’t happy that’s a lie that I’ve just mastered due to silence
Probably back fore me and pat was even trappin out the gardens
Hiding straps in the compartment of the honda living lawless
Homie burnt up all the work wanted to snap but I squashed it
I remembered when I did it me and boobie in the kitchen
Ain’t know shit bout water whippin burnt that shit up like some kinlin
Me and brittany scrubbing dishes plotting on a way to fix it
Left and caught a couple slippin across the river like let’s get it no fiction
Written by:
Matt Movin
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