Big Boa - Hand Movements

What's good, JC
All this money comin' through but it ain't really exciting me
Rather see my brother stack his paper instead of writing me
Rather see my mom alive swear I can't get a night of sleep

Least I'll get to put her grandbabies in a Ivy League
You don't know that I done been through it
They like, Boa, you ran up a sack, I been ran through it
Shit done gave me ultimatums, I'm like, what's the plan through it

Had to get my mind right and now it's all these hand movements
Countin' cash, livin' fast, lot of fullies, lot of mags
That's for niggas that done tried to blank me in the cul-de-sac
Niggas try compare to us but all they loot be goin' fast

Can't compete with none of these broke ass niggas who ain't whip a jag
Or sat in one
Couldn't get her, she was out my league and now I'm baggin' one
Bitches used to say you ugly and now they ask for one
Maybe two, maybe three for moms to see

Message to opps, please ask your bitch if she done heard of me
R.I.P. my niggas who ain't make it out them surgeries
When Cash got shot, I swear to God, that shit done hurted me
If that bullet took a turn, the police woulda murdered me

Cause Brody woulda had to go to sleep, I'll catch a first degree
Jack the Ripper timin' wouldn't stop until he dead
They woulda put me in that chair and burn a nigga till it's third degree
Wouldn't give a fuck, I woulda did the right thing

I woulda did the right thing
Least I wouldn't have to cry when I wake up from my dreams
Still see my mama on her last days when she was fighting
Least I wouldn't have to deal with all the storms and lightning

Think that shit woulda been my peace cause I can't do this life thing
You can't be a star these days cause you'll be used for sightseeing
Might be confused, I had to see the value that I bring
All the bread we makin', might as well just throw me five rings

I put my team on now, we on, yeah, we on
All this money comin' through but ain't really excite me
Rather see my brother stack his paper instead of write me
Rather see my mom alive swear I can't get a night of sleep

Least I'll get to put her grandbabies in a Ivy League
You don't know that I done been through it
They like, boa, you ran up a sack, I been ran through it
Streets done gave me ultimatums, I'm like, what's the plan through it

Had to get my mind right and now it's all these hand movements
Want that equity stake, I need me a plate
I gotta make these boss moves, feed my killers today
Invest in real estate then invest in the real in the state

The realest niggas I done met, the ones who ain't finna snake
I understand the plan, the plan is that we fall till we fall
But we don't fall, we goin' up even if our back against the wall
It's about developin' the method, man

Goin' up, don't ask how high, I'm callin' method, man
And don't compare to niggas that I'm better than
Niggas make me sick, be talkin' like they got your back
When all that means is you ain't shit

You let them get too close to you, I swear you bound to feel that pinch
And when you pinched, they at the stand pointin' you out like it was him
Keep your head above the rim, I'm damn near hoppin' in the rim
Arm through the hoop, give me a couple millions, swear I'll turn the Vince

My whole goal up in this life is just to be the evidence
Always stay uncomfortable, you put your team on how we on
All this money comin' through, but it ain't really excite me
Rather see my brother stack his paper instead of writing me

Rather see my mom alive swear I can't get a night of sleep
At least I get to put her grandbabies in a Ivy League
You don't know that I done been through it
They like Boa you ran up a stack, I been ran through it
Streets done gave me ultimatums, I'm like what's the plan through it

Had to get my mind right, and now it's all these hand movements

Written by:
Gabriel King

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