Matt Movin' - Big Shot

Had a vision me and twenty signing autographs
Out the city from a Bentley this for all the chatt
Yeah aye yeah
Moving be movin
You can talk how you want just don't talk like that
You gon fuck around and have your whole block feeling sad
I ain't worried bout no shells got the Glock in a bag
I ain't hanging out no window im'a walk down swag
Drip water splash I pop these tags
Quit popping pills they lost me bad
This a gen five glock with a thirty round mag
Hundred eighty grain hollows thirty three to be exact
Haters really out here praying wanting me to get whacked
Really wishing I was weak so they could creep and do me bad
Fuck it treadmill but run up on me and that's ya ass
Getting bread still breaking every piece to my last
She give the neck real i don't feel no teeth like they in glass
Going Steph nem' throwing up threes with a splash
That's the set nem' where I'm from the streets full of wax
Lot of death in em' really ain't no peace til we pass
We was bagging up dog food purina by the half
I might bring the whole squad through so you can see the stats
Anybody round dude yeah they really quick to mash
Speed artist with the tools that mean I draw em' really fast
Fuck your bars I am not fooled I'm sharp enough to gash
Shawty caught a attitude I made her walk when I smashed
I got problems none are you so when you talk just know that
I'm so saucy called ragu and told em' y'all owe me racks
I go off like pitch black I go in like that's scary
Sometimes funny but I do be dropping gems you can carry
Always hustlin' moving am to pm but it varies
Im'a get it everyday like perdiem so I ain't worried
Fuckin' up the game who let me in I'm like Carrie
Minus the badge and the color of my skin I'm Mike Lowrey
Diamonds cut like pure cocaine they ain't nothing on me cloudy
Love me now but then they ain't so it's fuck em' if they doubted
So up it's like I'm dead or something
They pillow talking with my exes like a setup coming
I'll have your dawg and fam right in the front the reverend struggling
Nothin' but water in they eyes like a severed onion
See I got monsters in my mind they tryna' tell you something
Member I was doing time and y'all was scared of thuggin'
Never once dropped a dime they just tell for nothin
Be all in court on that side like twelve ain't fuck em'
I got family in them buildings I can't tell I love em'
Maxed out to the brim can't even mail em nothin'
See if I say we still connected then them feds coming
So I can't let you fuck with that we getting hella money and getting better buddy
Big bad wolf I ain't never cried it
Handle shit myself I'm forever ridin'
Got my mind on wealth so I'm forever grindin'
Big ole iron on my belt but not the pressing kind
I remember catching rides just to book me a session
Then go in there and lie like I just pushed up in a Tesla
Never capped on nothin' else guess I tried to look progressive
Funny how I'd take the dreams inside and then manifest em'
These rappers full of lies you don't know cause you ain't met em'
Even Tana called me out on pills for he knew I quit em'
Hit the Dusse with Nafa 2K on the television
Round nothin' but some hoovers only four tray with em'
Real homies make a way to put they aces in position
Love my homies to the grave and they can't never say I tricked em'
I'm a real one even to the death I got my people back
Catch a opp slippin' same place we leave em' at
I see the comments got some hate but they ain't speaking facts
They see a white dude talking gangsta so the keys get tapped
Funny to me is that the shit gon end right there
Probably one of them dislikes thinking i care
Probably trolling my supporters like the fight real
Called it out from here but go on scroll down it's right there
I'm from the east side we don't do the net banging
I'm the type to hit his street then his set changes
Cause when it's real beef most ain't even set claiming
Excuses longer than the sea when gettin' checked ain't it
Swear it's debt remaining we gon need all of that
Putting on for my city minus all the rats
Im'a be the same even when them M's come
Probably give it all right back and then some
Gemini June baby i got twin guns
Still alive it's amazing though I feel numb
Off top toupee when the wind blow
This a killshot I'm in kill mode
Za boxed just dropped dead friend flow
I'm a big shot I got big goals
Bank account looking like a California zip code
You ain't making noise if you ain't gotta keep the stick close
Get money make it more just like the streets except it flip more
Can't get paid for hating never seen it why they still broke
High school crush tryna dm told her it's a no
My move pulled up with a lick told him it's a go
Money talk bullshit walk like the pitcher slow
I'm a big shot I got big goals
Big shot I got big goals
I'm a big shot I got big goals
You a bitch boy I'm a big wolf
Wolf in a world full of motherfuckin' goats
Movin be movin' what you be doing
Fuck what you doing

Written by:
Matthew Long

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