CMRBeatz - Movie Moments (Prod. Cmr Beats) lyrics

[Intro] [Sample/Hook] [Verse 1] Turned the corner while I turned the tables And simultaneously signed me to a record label I keep the beat with my feet as I step down Chambers street. Khaki shorts, roche runs and some blue elites I see my team on the corner lurking, whistling at baby while she walking by to work and you know she smirking Yeah she know that she got it I felt up in my pocket for the money in my wallet Dap central baby what up chid whats happening It's 7:36 hurry up and light the spliff Get it quick, let it twist k** the sh** by 7:46 10 minutes gone by now im on another level! Breakfast at the 89 deli, get some bacon egg and cheese in my belly Woah nelly, brobeans catch the coppers in the distance Took off like the whistle of a piston, the whippin in twin engines Born sinners, ill and sinister k**in [Sample/Hook] Hallucination in the f**ing cafeteria The b**h running her mouth she must've hit the period Exclamation point, when you kick it they be feeling ya Dropping bombs on the track like iraq and syria Pouring bowls of cereal frosted mini wheats that be my sh** b**hes I'm acting slicker than some liquor and a pistol That's the way to go, brother smashed way to go, 8 O' Clock Cla**es gonna start at 8:30 on the dot Listen to teachers drone on they be bumbaclots That's why I always hit the pot, tryna gain some wisdom in this prison that they calling adolescence See the bigger picture, when it's picture perfect then you'll know that school was worth it Keep my grades high just so I could stay high, seniors next autumn Fast forward I'm on college where we business talking Frat kid with the excellent imagery, and always chasing bread catch me where the pidgeons be, flee [Sample/Hook] The urban wasteland, is so amazing b**hes more a**ets than gangsters in tax evasion Praise the green, and inhale it the sh** that's making me paler Than Jimmy that one time when Jimmy lost his inhaler Heard about me Im packing that punch like muhammed ali Only 5' 9" but I'm feeling 6'3" go crazy baby lose my mind Pop a advil like make it stop. I clutch my head and I lay in bed And i think about everything that I done, think about every place that I been Enlightenment disguised as sin And it's hard to swallow like cinnamon And get sentimental, cuz I missed my shot Rebound baby thats all it takes I never hit the breaks I never need to pray I got fate in my hands like I'm Dr. J. I'm boutta finger roll that sh** right through the basket spitting sh** sick now its a cla**ic [Outro] It's Dude Madison