88n8 - The Move Lyrics

Every morning, wake up yawning and I raise up
Sending praise up
But I'm feeling like god don't hear me though
Tell you that I'm hungry it does not describe my mood
Means these bills just swallowed my check up and I couldn't afford to buy no food
And I'm sick of this shit
Feeling like a nigga bout to f*ck around and go and hit a lick in this bitch
Palms been itching a bit
Scratching scratch and wins trying quick to get rich
No scratch again, I wanna split and just quit
Josh says giving up that's the fools way
F*ck you expect me to take L after L and pretend like everything cool J
Too much stress and I snap
Seems like god only blessing the trap
I need a plug
Bring me the drugs
Cooking up dope in the rest of my raps
All my music sounding the same
Gotta fix my situation
And the shit I'm facing
Don't even rap, this is the blues
Wouldn't blame if you switched the station
I'm bumping fists with Satan
Cause the devil keep knocking
I keep inviting him in, living my life full of sin
I give a f*ck if some drama unfolds
I'll sell my soul to give mama the gold
When the money is calling put drama on hold
Wrong bout wanting the best for us
I'm just trying to hold on but the stress is rough
We've been down so long, nothing left but up

Stacking up that's the move
Motivated that's the mood
If I fail, that's an L
Being broke that's for fools
Play my song that's the groove
When you out here trying to get it
Ain't no rules
Except for cream, know what that means
Cash rules! Mothaf*cka
Get up and get you some money ay
Get up and get you some money ay
Get up and get you some money ay
Get up and get it
Reporting live bringing that paper to my front door that's the news
Get up and get you some money
Get up and get you some money

Okay, let the hype up begin
I'm nice with the pen
Gotta focus and I know this
But what good is tunnel vision
If you don't ever see no light at the end
No bright at the end
Fail after fail feel I'm dying again
Dust myself off and I'm trying again
Reminding myself it's no I up in loss
But it's an I up in win nigga I must attend
The school of hard knocks on a daily basis
Competition don't listen they be basic
88 bitch
Them eights everywhere if I play my cards right that's some crazy eights shit
The media done f*cked around and made me racist
F*ck the white man, unless he cutting my check or he pay me faces
Then okay we aces
Ten mill would come through in the clutch
Cause I need that Money bag yo, maybe I'm doing too much
Nah I ain't doing enough
Gotta step up my game living's getting intense
Hoping these writtens convince, you that I'm nice
The top I've been envisioning since...
The path supposed to be clear as water, damn it I feel like I'm living in Flint
Top shelf grabbing the pot I'm in
The kitchen at the stove is not common
But the struggle is real with these struggle meals
And I'm Top Chef with this Top Ramen
Times I felt all hope was lost I was stuck and the shit got real
Oh, you tired of me talking that broke talk, How the f*ck you think I feel

Stacking up that's the move
Motivated that's the mood
If I fail, that's an L
Being broke that's for fools
Play my song that's the groove
When you out here trying to get it
Ain't no rules
Except for cream, know what that means
Cash rules! Mothaf*cka
Get up and get you some money ay
Get up and get you some money ay
Get up and get you some money ay
Get up and get it
Reporting live bringing that paper to my front door that's the news
Get up and get you some money
Get up and get you some money