To the moon Lyrics

The slick gotta talk, my niggas gotta talk

Southside, that's how we started

Came from the drum, my piece like rum

I run the low feeling, darling who are we killing

I got words, that's the new feelings

Changing my color like the yog, we only here cause we suck

I heard they love you more than once

This is Africa, they got their own reason

It's like I'm living in hell, where is the paradise

I'm moving my shield, they pretend they love you

We are not the same, my world is falling tough

No way, I'm still so far

I hate friends, I hate you, like a fake friend

Please, I know we're all backstabber

You a cheater just like the rest of us

I had your sign, with me once

I take where I don't do crime

If I get the chance, I'ma kill them all

I'm a deceiver, I want more than a deal

My drugs come big and look

At them looking ill, low life

And I'm still the digger

Look at the pick up, taller than the feature

Money stuck ill, I'm not the chaser

Follow for the deeper, she not a keeper

Lifestyle feeder, mama I'm bigger

Tryna get the skill up, I hit the level once

I know they scared to switch up

I ain't tryna impress, I got all of me in the bag

If they thought I'm tryna be somebody else

We all the same, I hope they don't think

That's special, cause I'm about to relieve my bullets

I'm a gang with my bullets

I don't wanna hear the pull up

But you know my niggas are in the hood now

Where you going, where you going

All my niggas, yeah, where we going

I hear you not strong, I hear you not strong

Now I'm back in the trap

I got the business in my ass

I had to want more bass

I had to put a reflection

The cargo come again, I speed

I come again, then I speed

All my niggas like that key

You got a problem, you gotta leave

They wanna pep, I want smoke

They wanna go, I wanna home

Low cost

I just call up when I'm off

At the top, you gon' be drunk

I had to want more luck

I'm just pushing for the buck

Hundred meters away, hundred meters in the wave

Hundred meters, turn the deck away

Where we going to

To the moon

Bout to make it cool

Everybody wanna dance to that tune

If you're getting married, baby, come again

If you're getting married, baby, come again

If you're getting married, baby, come again

The slick gotta talk, my niggas gotta talk

We doing jail time, we ain't gotta talk

On the phone, bad connection

Interrupting my mentor, interrupting me

I think I'm bout to go

Fall down, made me download

Got more pluck than my own dogs

All my niggas know the homies never go

Why you slipping too, yeah

Now my ass is like a two pair

I been rapping , rapping for many years

I think they wanna throw me in the bag

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