Still Movin’, reezy, Euroz, Demrick, Dizzy Wright - The Suite Sixteen Series - Episode II lyrics

Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now
It ain't nothin' for me to lay y'all down
They locked us up
But we managed to keep the Akon smile
Now I keep living the same
Day they gunned Trayvon down
Over here it’s getting harder to
Try to block our reality
New and improved hood hoopers
Think they Jaquan now
You know you lost when you
Start chasing that reality check
Come back in a decade with a ashy and wet
From the rain back in the golden age era
Writing rhymes before TV played Tia & Tamera
Now go home and roger that
I'm feeling like James Harden


Bringing the Rockets back
Doing my dance moves like Usher
With the stocking cap
Still Movin, we a foundation too
Aye Euroz bring DJ Drama back
I ain't seen him since the Freshman Cypher
Around the time LeBron and Wade was MIA
When there was known and leaked
Secrets from the NSA
Four years later you got
Trump tryna extradite em'
Yo it's burnt out how this turnt out
But I'm finna light the
Rock off the pre-workout
Give an OG insight with every blunt I burn
My flow slicker than a young jock perm
Dizzy Wright nigga

It's backed up in the with the word flow
You know the code keep it
Cleaner then some church clothes
See it and they walk with fake news
You can’t take credit for niggas
That actually pay dues
And you know they say home is
Where the heart is at
When it’s war, I be at your door
That’s a heart attack
And that weed you got is trash
That’s a garbage bag i ain’t apart a that
Go check the stats you don't need an armagnac
I'm pushing peace but I’m known to blat
A fucking beast when I’m on the track
Most of these rappers come
With alternate facts
Brains fried from spending too much
Time on their apps
And yeah I heard your music once
Never checked it twice
It just didn’t sound right like
The Soulja Chris Brown fight
#StillMovin with the pound sign
It’s me Young D smoking
Weed with your valentines
But Demrick is the official name
Dodging all these roadblocks
Cuffin’ niggas switching lanes
And I know there’s so much more to explain
Everything comes in time
Just don’t get fucked along the way

Uh, came up in the game like the six man
Bag on me, bitch yellow like the Simpsons
Her last nigga had a shot, but he bricked it
Said she need a rebound, call me Tristan
Level up the flow since we in a suite
Mouth full o’ gold like I'm from Tenniken
Team good, everybody up for MVP
Dis year we handing out L’s like the DOV
Only time we holding L’s up is with the V
They like them boys from the
Vevo coming with the heat
Counting up the paper comin’
Through the sheets
Marathon hustle runnin’ through the streets
Since a fetus I knew they couldn’t defeat us
Fuck a day job we trapping
At night to feed us
Food on the table providing cuz I was able
Be the code and Still Movin the label

Vegas boy on that shit that you’re not
Repping well so the homes
Behind it like Sherlock
You can ask Def Boy got it for sure locked
We inquired if It Was Written
By y’all and heard Nas
Headed to the top that's for certain
On my early Doc Dre, tryna get that first sim
Devil on my soul on my line like it's urgent
OG burning heavy lifting like burdens
Got deals sittin' just waiting on the cursive
Voodoo doll effect dog
The shit I pin gon hurt ‘em
Don't act like they MC the
Lord know they been lurkin'
Getting underground scratched
Just itching to scratch the surface
Rich in spirit not to mention what we earnin'
When the smoke clears y’all in
Ashes bring the earns in
From the safe place
The difference we put the work in
Had to niggas is serpents
Hating online but watch your line
When it’s in person
Flick for the gram and caption
Niggas is working
We really the way y’all boys
Just in the way though
A lot of people turn that’s cool
Sorted the tables now all we do is win like
The refs is on payroll
Everybody eats and we blessed like all say so
Started, show up they like "ah shit"
Cuz they number two to the one
And now they all pissed
Center floor hard like it ain’t got a carpet
Just me and my dogs coming
Through leavin’ paw prints
Waves on waves on the way I know they nauseas
Years past niggas still hating, typa nonsense
But I respond when it’s blatant shit
Still losing ain’t a shot but
I don’t aim and miss
It’s either costumes and contacts to me
It’s undercover but a prodigy
I ain’t convinced and in any of these
Suit's pockets playin handkerchief
Let em sleep don’t catch up boy
We don’t wait for shit
Nah, we don’t wait for shit
Run the game and take some bread
But not away from shit