Mitch Moses - September's Very Own (BONUS)

Is this the top or not
Im just an Astronaut
Coming straight off the hip
With the heat, the shot
Strip a military vet to his feet
Non-stop
You a 1-way ticket to defeat
Pop Pop
50 Cal lyrics drop you to ya knees
Shifty how with da rock & some cleats
I do the running man
Mahomey im the Chief
I knew you was a fan
Yo woman clappin cheeks
So I do the running man
Repeat ha sheets
Kinda smelling like a man
Now you mad, weep weep
Whole squad 4 deep in da Jeep
Teflon mindset on the speaks
E.R. any nigga talkin beef
We are theeWorld 3 Peace
Doors off my nigga watch ya knees
Its always fuck police
Its always for the streets
I do this for my niece
I put in the work to always guarantee
No nigga the opportunity to govern me
And now its big figures
More triggers, quick spenders
And it aint no spinners
But I got they eyes in a whirlwind
Nigga hold da line let da girls in
Be da motto down in da south
Its Ludacris how dat Word of Mouf
Travel faster than instant message
Moe hit da beat Big like Texas
Cant sleep, da flow leave em restless
These streets do not love you mayne
All that shit gone bring is Pain
More Money, more Power, more Problems
Bitch, You Cant Stop the Rain
Blow clouds of Nova-cane
This crowd think Hova came
Im In & Out no Burger King
When in doubt, shut ya mouth
Then use yo brain
When in drought some move cocaine
Some scam, some plan to shoot for fame
But its all da same damn game
All end the got damn same
All L's & you's to blame
No new friends or fam to claim
If you spend all yo money on this clown
Ass shit, nigga you's da one dats lame
Excuse my French but you down bad
Trick, I shall bring you to shame
Toss da rock to Mitch
Ima yam dat bitch
Call me LaMoses James
LaMoses James
I'll end that game
Like Moses came
Mitch Moses mayne
This RAMPAG3 Mitch Unchained
This Money Moe untamed
Want money, hoes, fuck fame
But its all the same damn game
Same shit just different names
Okay lets go nigga
No G.I. Joe figures
But a nigga militant minded
Heat seak guided
Betta let flares flow quicker
Halo will glow, shimmer
Ego will grow bigger
Yeah
She Drop It Low, strippers
Need love according to 2 Chainz
But my 2 cents is dont go get her
2 text, 2 days, 2 hurt
She wit 2 ballers on go mister
Unless you got not a care in the world
You wont want you girl
On poles, its the
Simple fact that if you cant handle that
Then dont put yourself at bat, whispers
Now you sitting here suicidal nigga
You down bad, misconsuing trifle triggers
Boy, Im glad I aint drop my zipper
Shawty moving kinda chipper
Knew she was a flipper
She got hit wit da pole, Big Dipper
You sick ass shit, know ya role not killer
She is a L on a damn joystick
Hit da Heisman, juke left then stiff her
Life goes on
Get over it, hurdle it
Boy the Olympics have begun
Do not become
Statistic, dawg it aint worth it
Damn nigga just keep calm
Sweaty palms, mean
Get gold, silver, bronze things
Commodities over qualms, then
You might just move ya fam to
Palm Springs
Yeah Nigga
Shout out to everybody that fuck wit me nigga
3 Peace
Talkin bout genuine, Sincere
Word to my son
Kyzer
Fuck all them niggas thats hating too
You dont fuck wit me i dont rock wit you
Yeah
Nigga
Ugh

Written by:
Taurean Stevenson

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