C-StuntDouble - .MOSES. lyrics

The sh** is limited The way that it's distributed Will get my a** in trouble like another illegal citizen I ain't the poltergeist But I don't ever socialize And plus I'll f**ing haunt you On your cell phone like its mobilized People telling me That I should start making some plans and sh** But I rather keep doing what I'm doing And take my chances with it It's nothing new though I'm building up a crew though The madwest underground is making a mark inside a loophole Started this rap sh** and now I got a pa**ion for it Would you believe me if I told I started this on accident Kris handed me the mic while I was walking through the basement turned boredom into creativity in 12 minutes And composition k**ed the competition but I wasn't finished Started making other sh** and now I run another business I started talking my ex's in 3005 remixes And plus I was disappointed in myself so started making disses So I never saw a problem in the sh** I would say Until these mutha f**as started misinterpreting me for drake So Ima tell a short story about what happened on my land Wait let me put this in way that you'll understand The dopiest can cope but the most of them can't Got the lotion, the soap, and the deodorant These smokers be token they roastin' the plants If they voting for hope than the motion advanced My family be trippin' Got motion sickness when grandpa was in the hospital And same with my auntie They told me I got music in my blood more than Mr. McCartney I'm focused on livin' Wanted to die a year ago and momma said that i was trippin' Plus I never listen I always hated numbers unless it was seven digits And same with the payment Tryin' to get the Hope name famous Till' we reach the f**in' Banquet And we'll never change it Better learn you're f**in' lesson Till' we put you next to Satan b**h I am not you're friends in this Said I am not your friend is this and I am not you're homie kid I'm just doing this until I get my whole family rich So just remember what I am not you're friend b**h Moral of the story if you don't like my sh** You can take you're backpack raps and detention slips Cause you finally know That I'm just tryin' to part the Red Sea and let my people go