Taylor Bennett, Rockie Fresh - Take It To The Moon lyrics
[Taylor Bennett, Rockie Fresh - Take It To The Moon lyrics]
Take it to the moon take it to the moon
My flow lean ya straight drop when I pour it
Drop the bass and grasp of
Being a contradictional poet
Had our boy doing right
But his money look homophobic
Straight drop no name drop
You getting poked if you post it
This is rap at it's finest
Money wrapped a booby trapped mic
My mind go boom when I’m writing
Damn near a premature writer
Preschool prepare to be Michael
Grade school my grammar was the nicest
Now I’m in high school, an idol
Say I can’t live forever
Well I’m gon’ work ‘til I’m expired
I worked hard my whole life
My only fear was being retired
It’s time to face the fire
You Richard Pryor but prior to the
Situation you was paper chasing
Robbing, killing
Gotta get that money dealing dope music
Crack music for the mainstream killers
Hands in the air cuz Taylor
Bennett just did it
Take it to the moon take it to the moon
Uhh… Rock takin' off
Look, this is a call of duty
I’m working these muthafuckas
Money, money, money
This is my favorite supper
I’m feeling this bitch and I
Ain’t even gotta touch her
But the Rollie telling her that
I’m one cold muthafucka
I done seen a lot now I’m
Tryna get my team rich
A nice nigga but all that
Talking that don’t mean shit
Then seen the lows, then seen the flights
Then seen the drama, I’ll be quite all right
See Rock a hustler, Rock don’t run, he fight
Rock a soldier, he been fighting all his life
And create space when they don’t
Wanna give me room
Roll a couple woods then I
Take it to the moon shit, I been hot
Nigga probably melt around June
New shit coming soon fuck wit me
My flow lean ya straight drop when I pour it
Drop the bass and grasp of
Being a contradictional poet
Had our boy doing right
But his money look homophobic
Straight drop no name drop
You getting poked if you post it
This is rap at it's finest
Money wrapped a booby trapped mic
My mind go boom when I’m writing
Damn near a premature writer
Preschool prepare to be Michael
Grade school my grammar was the nicest
Now I’m in high school, an idol
Say I can’t live forever
Well I’m gon’ work ‘til I’m expired
I worked hard my whole life
My only fear was being retired
It’s time to face the fire
You Richard Pryor but prior to the
Situation you was paper chasing
Robbing, killing
Gotta get that money dealing dope music
Crack music for the mainstream killers
Hands in the air cuz Taylor
Bennett just did it
Take it to the moon take it to the moon
Uhh… Rock takin' off
Look, this is a call of duty
I’m working these muthafuckas
Money, money, money
This is my favorite supper
I’m feeling this bitch and I
Ain’t even gotta touch her
But the Rollie telling her that
I’m one cold muthafucka
I done seen a lot now I’m
Tryna get my team rich
A nice nigga but all that
Talking that don’t mean shit
Then seen the lows, then seen the flights
Then seen the drama, I’ll be quite all right
See Rock a hustler, Rock don’t run, he fight
Rock a soldier, he been fighting all his life
And create space when they don’t
Wanna give me room
Roll a couple woods then I
Take it to the moon shit, I been hot
Nigga probably melt around June
New shit coming soon fuck wit me