JR Writer - More Than Music lyrics

[Intro: Duke Da God] In the beginnin' of this movement it was all a dream The pa**ion, the dedication, the persistence To achieve greatness, to reach each and every speaker from here on out We didn't land on the rock, we moved the rock All my n***as from state to state. All my n***as from town to town All my people from nation to nation, yes I brought somethin' powerful with me! And yes I brought some powerful people with me! And we'd like to present somethin' we call More Than Music [Verse 1: Hell Rell] n***as clap to the flow they applaud my music We do this for the love Duke this is More Than Music 1's for the money and 2's for the show and 3's for the Cadillac ridin' on vogues, man Can you imagine how we smashin' This motherf**in' game we got a right to braggin' I ain't with the talkin' fam I see you and attack And we the Byrdgang I threw this eagle on my back The Bronx is where I reside haze got me hizzigh I hustle to get rich; you hustle just to get by How you cook your coke I ice water with mine I'll burn all my money before I give a b**h mine Picture Rell trickin' on 'em They not envelopes picture Rell lickin' on 'em The game switchin' on 'em Still over the stove cookin' that raw And I an*lyzed the game when k**a took me on tour All the G's salutin' me b**hes screamin' my name Felt good to be on stage rocks gleam from the chain I put my life on paper when I record my music You can look me in my eyes and see it's More Than Music [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] Me I still tag play the groupies At the Waldorf tryin to valet the hooptie Sazzae a hoochie with bags made of Gucci And truly take her to a ballet and movie What you ain't understadin' shorty Picture me blam the 40 I got a line up of k**as tha'tll just blam you for me Cause when I'm out its like Girls Gone Wild Soon as I lift up my shirt the cameras on me I freak a land of hoes sittin' on that Phantom Rolls Pound down an O roll it in Habana golds Sinatra dutches you gots to love it Addressin' like dressin' catch up/ketchup the drop is mustard See how I switch f*g Jag with the rip rag How many rides I own never been to Six Flags If the b**h ask for me to really trick bags I tell her kiss a** hit her with a Kiss laugh Snitch you should go gossip with the chicks I'm logically the sh** a bottle full of Cris That's Prada on my kicks your wife all on my dick A pimp check the blue mink pocket full of chips A lot of y'all sick corner based snort this tape And when I rap scrap they say Lord have sake The six-minute prince every rapper sorta hate Cause I do it no pause breathers nor water breaks They boy get stupid ain't no more to me Ain't no more to see, I'm More Than Music So the dudes lust 'em it's a movement f** 'em Writers Block for the hell of it and Duke Production