Grande Marshall - Moving lyrics

[Verse 1: Wara from the NBHD] All my sh** knock like inmates on cell blocks Who you know could make a melody sound so street? Find myself lost I was just facing more defeat Moving forward I ain't really searching for reconcile Might just cop a rolex for all of my time spent Writing down my problems momentarily making noise Should I full court press or bring this sh** to a pause? Take that same watch off and signal for time out My girl said it's no love lost but sh** don't feel the same And I don't think I'm man enough to offer that wedding ring But can't seem to let it go like guns at the shooting range Sometimes I wanna take that cold heart and just rearrange Flaunting that bullsh** or how sh** used to be f** the world most of the time [?] just usually n***as so material but they just bite style Remember when the cops caught your boy with that .40 cal Try to channel my anger She distracted by the raw things The world focus on the wrong channel Getting money making power moves Breaking rules since [?] under roofs [Hook: Tunji Ige] And they ain't gotta understand Hold it down for my mans Hold the ground that we stand Give a damn It's the plan to get grands for the fam Here I am going ham once again You know what it is n***as gotta keep it moving You know what it is n***as gotta keep it moving You know what it is n***as gotta keep it moving You know what it is n***as gotta keep it moving [Verse 2: GrandeMarshall] You n***as worth more to me alive than dead, be flattered I don't give a f** about sh** but brain matter Go behind the gla** at the store you good wear I made trips coming back with more in the hood [?] Hoes to Os, it's all getting sold n***as getting flipped you get him to [?] You sold your soul you like that bed I'd rather sleep on the floor you little dudes is [?] We stuff hundreds in bodies stick brooms up your a** Two quarters on your eyes torch your sh** in the barrel Beat n***as out of their sneakers Toss them b**hes they trash Leave the ashes for the priests [?] It get real in my car It'll get dark My n***as smack you with a pistol like you just learned to rob I'm kicking doors still finding time to kiss moms Flipping Ps that's what you got? You get a dime Been street, my first beef at five You been sweet I can see it in your eyes, little n***a You scream FTG, Free [?] If you want it, it's on this side, little n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Tunji Ige] Ain't a street n***a but my partner got the llama Got the Chinatown plug with kasubis and katanas And my shawty look like Lana Money like mañana Find a chick like [?], wanna kick like Maradona And she Dominicana Wrist game just like father And my lawyer Jewish pockets eating more than [?] I'm from Philly got the jawns [?] Feel like eating cause the closest European in the bathroom peeing with some b**hes skiing They say they gonna fly me out by [?] Third eye open so I'm feeling like [?] They want the flow, got the beast, got the meaning Every track it sounds like he fiending Sound like I be scheming Take the rap game over Put the damn team in Bandito When I shoot flows it's the [?] Like a free falling Ballin' on ya'll n***as Chawling on ya'll n***as [Hook]