Moor Money - Rareform lyrics

[Verse 1] Been trill 4 been trill, My bloodline b**h been real Ville n***a I been here, 10 toes new south b**h I been trill Rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12,I gotta get it n***as politic Hide behind all they blogs and sh** Smokin' ports got a n***a stressing, My enemies flexing Lord give a n***a blessing, All money in no restin How I cope with the pressure, How I rose with aggression Make a b**h n***a feel pressured Say the wrong word I respond with a weapon Getting pa**ed over, Night after night Day after day, Time after Time Seen n***as flop now it's Moor dollar sign Young black dollar got a zone and a 5th my n***a Act right or get your sh** push back my n***a Not violent, 'til I get around my n***as Been 'bout it since I was a little n***a Minor figures, Still got designer b**hes n***as not playa hoes Harold minor n***as Jump ship, n***as ballin' in the minors, Figures Internet got u all a bunch of mindless n***as [Hook] (x2) Still Homicide on my mind Tryin to make a k**in each time Mama tell me just pray I feel like I ain't never ever got time But, They shootin, I'm in rare form, Still black All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on But, They shootin' I'm in rare form, Still black All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on But, They Shootin' [Verse 2] Young god body, In a wide body SS coke white yo b**h see me prolly Ville n***a get the money b**h we been here n***as lookin' at ya boy like he was never there Every time I come around you ain't never there Prolly on the internet you got fan there On every platform n***a get fanfare Taz f** with the moor I'm the man now n***as lookin' at Taz for a handout n***as lookin' at me like I owe something Tell me young boy n***a is you worth something Go and get yo b**h tell that hoe to twerk something Yellow dread head tell that hoe to jerk somethin I keep comin' up short I wanna merk somethin I gotta get it, Money and the power Respect and the b**hes, Young Double M double up 'Til my cup runneth over Young ville n***a get money thought I told you Young Double M double up 'Til my cup runneth over Young ville n***a get money thought I told you [Hook Moor Money] (x2) Still Homicide on my mind Tryin to make a k**in each time Mama tell me just pray I feel like I ain't never ever got time But, They shootin, I'm in rare form, Still black All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on But, They shootin' I'm in rare form, Still black All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on But, They shootin'