Moving 4Word

[Verse 1: Rob Wellz]
So you say I should stick with this pizza shit?
Make 'em laugh a bit
Truth be told to preach a bit
This piece of shit
Had your chick addicted to every single piece of dick
My tree could fit
In her rabbit hole
Hit an egg on some Easter shit
Feast and sip while I crease a preachers lip
For leechin' on three lil' kids
I'm stoned, like, what would Jesus did?
Face the wrath and plead the fifth
Y'all still gon' get the beating kid
If you can't catch the meaning, shit
You best gon' get to reading quick
Before the magazine assist
An aggravatеd teen
To paint your house
Or maybe clean ya' whip
You can't watch my scеnes get clipped
I don't need a dealership
To show you how a Beamer's flipped
My niggas wet the block up
Way worse than that Katrina bitch
We all can use a fema flip
Corona got the schemers lit
Pray my goons don't see the pen
And have to be the pen
And turn the Z to N
Believe the e’s within
The energy to sin
Is released when you deep breath the hemp
As we descend
To give the streets a friend
Remind you we can meet again
My good side - you will plead for him
Connect the weak like weekends
Formally is how I begin
Brutal is how I climax
And ruthless is how I the end
So proven this beat is beaten
We move forward this evening
The smoke and drink is provided
I'm done, now here's forward thinking
The smoke and drink is provided
I'm done, now here's forward thinking
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[Verse 2: Con Marvelous]
Have a seat if you tired and you can't stand us
We ain't equal right? Bitches fighting 'bout who the man is
But hype for what our plan is
They say I need more visuals, but most bosses get indicted over cameras
You asking what my stance is?
Well you too can be a star, stream lined and the band with
Tightening yo' chances, past tense
Nate Robinson, I leave 'em floored once they get the right and on the canvas
Fuck the bar talk, y'all sound stupid and intoxicated
I just wanna tell my pops I made it
Buying cases of Opus X & I'm the reason that their stock is raising
You sucking dick to say I'm not ya' favorite
Look, now I done turned down plenty models
Leave me alone, I'm married bitch and I like semi autos
Ignant shit, I'll go to bed wearing Fendi goggles
I need a golf cart but I can't find one big enough for Henny bottles

[Verse 3: Syn Kazualty]
If you don't fuck wit' me, I thank my Lord and savior
'Cause you liking me ain't doing me no favors
Or gettin' me paper
You comfortable at number 2, the irony in this lead, it's like an eraser and I'll erase ya'
Without a trace like original artists
Niggas recycle raps and you ain't even that, you original garbage
No JK, I just copped me a K
To split ya' time in a half like holiday pay, stay out of my way
I'm tryna be the bigger man and I didn't give a damn who rocks with U2
My nigga I need a bigger band
More than a wristwatch
I need a Rollie that's too grown for apps on a phone, so it don't take tok
I'm like sliding in Rihanna's DM's with the heart eyes, see, I'm a big shot
The championship is just a pit stop
I'm too cold, I'm 40 below
And wearing 40 belows, the only time you seeing 40 below (40, let's go)

[Verse 4: OfficialHardBodyMusic]
It won't be a vacation when we accost you
That means it ain't the same tactics that we resort to
I don't know what they taught you
But where I'm from, you gotta nail 'em if they cross you
No matter what it costs you
I know we wasn't raised the same
But every razor's the same
I'll slit my wrist before I take it in vain
Top 5, yeah I'm staking my claim
And I ain't dragging it
Niggas might've evolved but still chasing the flame
Peep the wordplay my nigga, I kinda rap
These bars? You gotta catch 'em all, I'm the type to snap
Think Pokémon when I'm rhyming on the track
Charizard, niggas saying It's fire behind my back
A couple of 'em showed love but a few fronted
Over the years Forward Thinking turned a few stomachs
Think you got a special team 'till you get ya' crew punted
We the type to raise the bar then hang a noose from it

[Verse 5: Hollywood Peoples]
It was bodies after bodies 'till that 5th got buried
The shit stops, we riding sticks stocked in a flip-flop Chevy
It’s drums over and over wit' the shits I carry
The grip is screaming "Who’s next?" the clip is hip-hop Harry
Nigga
It’s nothing if you bluffing to bus a move on ya'
My youngings, they do construction, up the tools on ya'
You ducking and get to running when the crew's on ya'
It’s you fall or Uhaul, we make a move on ya'
I done probably cut open a million food savers
The white thick in this jungle, it’s like the Tomb Raider
We might get to the rumble, you getting boomed later
You might slip and then stumble inside the newspaper
You hungry but nigga who's greater?
I’m kind of made, I’m entrusted to give a few favors
I find the shade, and get comfortable for my new haters
The work I put in makes the proof dangerous
Peoples