Bobby Capri, Freddie Gibbs - Make Moves lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Bobby Capri, Freddie Gibbs - Make Moves lyrics]
Uhyeah
A lot of people 'round the way feel I made it
And I don't get it cause
They acting like I'm obligated
To give 'em something, maybe make
A car payment or two
I think they thinking that
My neighborhood's gated
It would all be negated though
If they seen the way that
I was living out a bag
Apartment in the basement
It's hard being famous in a small town
Full of small minds
Big fish, small pond still it's all mine
For the time being but all this sightseeing
I've been doing lately
Got my mind going i've been thinking
What if I leave? Where would I be?
They say the grass on the other
Side is never as green
I mean, Whatnone of my neighbors
Ever water their yard? Shit
I kind of find that hard to believe
I know the apple never really
Falls far from the tree
I'm in the orchard unfortunatelyunfortunately
Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me
Than to ask you to give me
I ain't got the time to wait around for
The answer that your ass gon' give me
Shit, the moment could be over that quickly
And I gotta makemoves, I gotta make moves
Yeah, I gotta makemoves, I gotta
Make moves, moves, moves, moves
It's like I said "Fuck Pac!"
Cause I always thought "BIG"
Don't put me in a box not 'til I'm dead
And even then, I'll be cremated i've earned
(urn'd) that i've come too motherfucking far
To ever turn back cause if I did
I'd see a bunch of turned backs
Like I'm sitting on the back of the bus
With all their shirts in plain view
With their names on 'em i can
Name who every passenger was
I've been playing them away games
Them charade games
Cause the way that I be moving
Make 'em say things
Trying to guess what I'm doing but
I know I got 'em lost though
Pictionary with Picasso but, I'm so
Rembrandt just a motherfucking realist
On some real shit
Man fuck who in their feelings
Aye, nobody's gonna want it how you want it
When you hungry
They don't feel it in their stomach
That's real shit
Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me
Than to ask you to give me
I ain't got the time to wait around for
The answer that your ass gon' give me
Shit, the moment could be over that quickly
And I gotta makemoves, I gotta make moves
Yeah, I gotta makemoves, I gotta
Make moves, moves, moves, moves
Yeah, I'd rather ask you to "give me"
Than to ask you forgive me
Black mask and a semi
I know the lord walking with me
But the devil got me thinking I need more
And I done had plenty
I know I'm wrong for the
Dope dealing and robberies
She smell the smoke
So fire up the dope when my momma leave
I used to bag up a hundred
Nicks at my momma crib
Them sucker ns I blasted
Know where my momma live
So duck and hide from this homicide
Can't find a job to get a n over
Cause I'm under qualified
Under investigation, and undereducated
Tell a snitch n "Thank
You for your cooperation"
But bitch I gotta make moves
Before you break your pockets
Motherfucker break rules
The hollows in my motherfucking
40 break bones
I gave his ass a chopper party
Sent his ass home
Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me
Than to ask you to give me
I ain't got the time to wait around for
The answer that your ass gon' give me
Shit, the moment could be over that quickly
And I gotta makemoves, I gotta make moves
Yeah, I gotta makemoves, I gotta
Make moves, moves, moves, moves
A lot of people 'round the way feel I made it
And I don't get it cause
They acting like I'm obligated
To give 'em something, maybe make
A car payment or two
I think they thinking that
My neighborhood's gated
It would all be negated though
If they seen the way that
I was living out a bag
Apartment in the basement
It's hard being famous in a small town
Full of small minds
Big fish, small pond still it's all mine
For the time being but all this sightseeing
I've been doing lately
Got my mind going i've been thinking
What if I leave? Where would I be?
They say the grass on the other
Side is never as green
I mean, Whatnone of my neighbors
Ever water their yard? Shit
I kind of find that hard to believe
I know the apple never really
Falls far from the tree
I'm in the orchard unfortunatelyunfortunately
Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me
Than to ask you to give me
I ain't got the time to wait around for
The answer that your ass gon' give me
Shit, the moment could be over that quickly
And I gotta makemoves, I gotta make moves
Yeah, I gotta makemoves, I gotta
Make moves, moves, moves, moves
It's like I said "Fuck Pac!"
Cause I always thought "BIG"
Don't put me in a box not 'til I'm dead
And even then, I'll be cremated i've earned
(urn'd) that i've come too motherfucking far
To ever turn back cause if I did
I'd see a bunch of turned backs
Like I'm sitting on the back of the bus
With all their shirts in plain view
With their names on 'em i can
Name who every passenger was
I've been playing them away games
Them charade games
Cause the way that I be moving
Make 'em say things
Trying to guess what I'm doing but
I know I got 'em lost though
Pictionary with Picasso but, I'm so
Rembrandt just a motherfucking realist
On some real shit
Man fuck who in their feelings
Aye, nobody's gonna want it how you want it
When you hungry
They don't feel it in their stomach
That's real shit
Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me
Than to ask you to give me
I ain't got the time to wait around for
The answer that your ass gon' give me
Shit, the moment could be over that quickly
And I gotta makemoves, I gotta make moves
Yeah, I gotta makemoves, I gotta
Make moves, moves, moves, moves
Yeah, I'd rather ask you to "give me"
Than to ask you forgive me
Black mask and a semi
I know the lord walking with me
But the devil got me thinking I need more
And I done had plenty
I know I'm wrong for the
Dope dealing and robberies
She smell the smoke
So fire up the dope when my momma leave
I used to bag up a hundred
Nicks at my momma crib
Them sucker ns I blasted
Know where my momma live
So duck and hide from this homicide
Can't find a job to get a n over
Cause I'm under qualified
Under investigation, and undereducated
Tell a snitch n "Thank
You for your cooperation"
But bitch I gotta make moves
Before you break your pockets
Motherfucker break rules
The hollows in my motherfucking
40 break bones
I gave his ass a chopper party
Sent his ass home
Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me
Than to ask you to give me
I ain't got the time to wait around for
The answer that your ass gon' give me
Shit, the moment could be over that quickly
And I gotta makemoves, I gotta make moves
Yeah, I gotta makemoves, I gotta
Make moves, moves, moves, moves