Ghetts - We're Moving Along lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghetts] '010's not them They won't survive one month Talking sh**, thinking I'm not aware I know what you guys wanna hear Your name in one of my rhymes Then you get to say why, what or where But I'm me So who say I've gotta care? [Verse 2: Maxsta] This ting is, I'm a new face in the crowd But if anybody's in my way, I'm chasing 'em down I'm 17 now, it gets late when I'm out So it's black clothes and a black cape when I'm out And the wickedest ting is I'm on a next ting Testing? Don't think so cuh I'm flexing That boy couldn't keep up, so I left him My crew's gonna fly through, never-ending And the wickedest ting is I bring plastics back Us man on the set, then I'm back in the ends E60s, dams got a ma**ive batch Check Marley and dem in Priory Move too fast, three of them can't find me Pretty soon, I'll lock down the grime scene Realised you'll never be a threat But you're ga**ed up, tryna get ahead of me instead [Hook 1: Maxsta] Yo, we're moving along And the scene can't catch up cuh we're too fast n***as spent time in the studio sending It's a next ting when we spray a few bars And I ain't saying who's hard I'm a graduate, you make your way into cla** Let me say a few lines and co*k back You'll be praying to Christ you can top that [Verse 3: Ghetts] And the wickedest ting is I'm on a level that None of these MCs can level at, I tell a man If he ain't been through hell and back Then he don't know where the devil's at I know artists that are hungry like Dollar and Dot Rotten I told Dot that I've got studio in Stratford He rid his bike from south, then he pedalled back That's the pot calling the kettle black And the wickedest ting is I never had a penny Young with an empty belly, I couldn't get a cab So I've done the same, now I run the game Got the top locked but I still feel underpaid Went from number eight to number one I run the game, no wonder I'm Doing this ting and doing it big As long as I'm here, you're number two in this sh** [Hook 2: Ghetts] We're moving along And the scene can't catch up cuh we work hard Studio daily, too many songs I'll never let another MC splurt parts Truthfully gone You'll never find another artist like me Anywhere in the world, search hard There's no proving me wrong [Verse 4: Maxsta] My 16s are not like yours Take man for ransom but I'm not like sport I've seen a lot of guys doing this ting But none of them flex like stealth on the rest Your wifey had zampers, I'm on a next ting Catch up, dem man are melting again Ask Angie, Stam's on the last lap While you man are like "help me again" I won't help you again, why? Cause your mixtape all sitting on the shelf yet again It's not me that you're badder than, guess again I hot beats up, I ain't ramping for them Dem man are just shouting, tryna be [?] But I've got his friends like "why did he send?" I'm executive, them man are like "who's testing him?" I can't see anyone [Hook 1: Maxsta] Yo, we're moving along And the scene can't catch up cuh we're too fast n***as spent time in the studio sending It's a next ting when we spray a few bars And I ain't saying who's hard I'm a graduate, you make your way into cla** Let me say a few lines and co*k back You'll be praying to Christ you can top that [Verse 5: Maxsta] '09's not theirs They won't survive one year Talking bullsh**, thinking my lot care You're the best when I'm not here We can holla at a DJ and do it live on air They keep saying you alright, you're air The beat's playing and my mind's not clear But I do this ting anyway