Everybody Move Lyrics

Get cha weight up, not cha hate up, don’t get mad my nigga get paper

Got dimes, it’s time to get quarters, got the city it’s time to get the border

Got money, it’s time to get more, I sold 30k it’s time I sold 4

Got bread it’s time to get the loaf, got the campaign it’s time to get the votes

Got the block it’s time to get the state, got the belief it’s time to get faith

Got scraps it’s time to get a plate, got your folks crib, it’s time to get a place

Got a job it’s time to get a career, the grind get tough it’s fine to let a tear

Leaving ain’t the answer to nothing, i’ll get it here, thou, shall retain nothing you get in fear

Got it wrong it’s time to get in the mirror, this is my life my nigga, get it clear

So, so

Get cha weight up, not cha hate up, don’t get mad my nigga get paper

Get that louie money, get that coach money, you got his money, now get cha own money

Got mine, time to get yours, got spot dates grinding trying get tours

Got closed doors, time to get the open ones, got obstacles, time to get over some

Got never, it’s time to get now, a nigga got lost it’s time to get found

Got old shit time to get the new shit, new house, new furniture and a new whip

New floors, countertops and some new fits, new true’s, breitling, and some new kicks

This isn’t about things, this is about those that chose to have dreams

You can be a see, or a have nigga, the only thing that changes is the ambition

I solemnly swear i’m a grind til the death

Grind til my body has nothing else left

On my very last day i’m a grind with the rest

Grind til the lord no longer spares breath