Black Moses (feat. JPEGMAFIA)

Lyrics

Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Throwin money in the air, can't drop the ball
 If I do, Black Moses on call
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 I used to ask for change in the streets
 Now I'm changing the streets
 Mama I'ma break you off
 Yeah tell me what you need
 I'm the new swap meet
 I told you I'ma break you off
 I'ma break you off, uuf, yeah
 I'ma break you off
 Everybody wanna break, they don't wanna pay the cost
 Y'all niggas cook, no need for prep
 They just want mentions, I got the check
 No need for wallet, don't pay for shit
 Check the way a nigga from Compton sell this shit
 It ain't about me, ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball
 If I do, Black Moses on call
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 Nigga I'm a bitch (Ha)
 Uh how could you tell? (Yeah)
 I'm skipping to the bank
 Bars age like Pharrell (Yeah)
 They treat me like a dog
 Whatever fuck this industry (Brr)
 Pretty in the face
 Touch my body
 Call the infantry (Yeah)
 Man You been a hoe
 I'ma gonna guess since infancy (Yeah)
 Only way you get to me
 Is if you put that fucking pistol into me (Bitch)
 My enemies
 Always moving goalposts
 It's killing me
 - Wanna finish me
 But this ain't MK (Yeah baby)
 Put them 30s in the 40s
 Bitch let's play this melee (Wow)
 'Cause when I pull the pistol out
 They sing like Ella mai mai (Brr)
 Because what niggas do
 Be different from what niggas say
 I pistol whip a nigga
 Dressed like I caught the bouquet
 Word to DOT (DOT)
 These crackers wanna hunt me hold my heart
 Thought I wouldn't bus back
 Bitch I ain't Rosa parks (Yeah)
 Sub daddy catch me chokin niggas like Bart (Yeah)
 I'm the new Moses (Yeah)
 Beard to my colon
 Keep the commandments
 Backseat of the focus
 Next year bitch I'm trying to be the next Oprah
 It's hopeless
 It ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball
 If I do, Black Moses on call
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 (Ay ay ay nigga you got that shit)
 (Ay show 'em how Compton do it)
 Lookin for the sauce?
 Alfredo with the beats boy presto change up
 Mmm mm mm homie get your weight up
 Shit's so good put it in containers
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Y'all niggas cook, no need for prep
 They just want mentions, I got the check
 No need for wallet, don't pay for shit
 Check the way a nigga from Compton sell this shit
 No it ain't about me, ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry
 Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball
 If I do, Black Moses on call
 Ain't about me, ain't about me
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 Get up, get up, get up, get up
 Get up, get up, go on get out
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:20
Key
1
Tempo
89 BPM

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