Testo Still Movin' - Chase Martin
Testo della canzone Still Movin' (Chase Martin), tratta dall'album The Real McCoy
I'm tryna get to a bag, that's why all I do is rap
Keep my head down like quiet kids used to do in class
Teacher had too much ass, remember I tried to grab it
Sike, but I thought about it 'cause, bitch, fuck doing math
She know that my grades bad, told me I'm failing
I said "Please give me an A instead" or give me some brain
Need head; I'm a maniac, work all day, in fact
Couldn't be paid to relax, I don't vacation out West
Won't find me in the North, bitch, I just be in the South
Like to chill on my porch, I don't got keys to the house
Can't afford me a mortgage but when I do
I'll probably take my cracker ass down to Florida
Boy, I'm tryna enjoy the life that I was appointed
Try to take it from me, no boxing, I'm not De La Hoya
He get shot and put in a box and he rot in the soil
Tryna take mine, let him find out that I ain't lying
Crossing state lines with a pack, tryna make bread
Hoping this rap will take off, if not I'm going to the feds
'Cause I ain't working no job, this music shit is a must
So every day I'm in the studio just tryna blow up
People tell me grow up, my childhood was rough
Guess I ain't learned enough or maybe I learned too much
Like how to roll a Dutch or how many grams in a pound
And by now it just might be too much to turn it around because
I'm still smokin', still movin'
Still rollin', still coolin'
Still ridin', still shootin'
Still robbin', still lootin'
They can't have mine, I'm 'bout to blow like a landline
You stupid mother fuckers probably should have listened last time
I put the work in and reap what I earn, I deserve it
This for the late nights that was spent at my crib
While everybody else would go out, party and live
And I ain't judging but your twenties not 'gon last for long
I'm twenty two and already feel like I'm thirty sum
So I just puff on this strong 'till it hurts my lungs
Busy thinking 'bout the earth and the sun
And always give my momma praise over the fact that she birthed the one
I'm here for a reason and guarantee I'm not leaving
Anybody thinking different, I just burst this gun
Disperse these bullets, from the South, boy, so I'll pull it quick
Have your ass taking a lil nurses visit
The way I move pounds, I'm an expert in physics
Move so much, I think I might have served the mayor
My engineer is the boy with the curly hair, shoutout Trey Keys
Every time we link, we make heat
Doing great things, the only company that I keep is likeminded
Tryna get to the top; rock climbing
Throw a book on the floor 'cause I'm prone to drop knowledge
Rare; I'm not common, share the weed if am around
I got 5 on it, we hotboxing
Smoke in the car, see, I'm getting high as hydraulics 'cause
I'm still smokin', still movin'
Still rollin', still coolin'
Still ridin', still shootin'
Still robbin', still lootin'
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Writer(s): Chase Martin
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