"""Moving On""
Chorus
Let the chips fall as they may/
I might rock the shirts but I don't Obey/
I love people y'all whether straight or gay/
Or if they Black or White cause what they got to say/
Now that's what mean something/
Most don't mean nothing/
Life is dark Im just going for green cousin/
I was true as hell. But my team wasn't/
Man I could of stop but I hit the Go bu*ton/
(I'm moving on)
Verse 1
I got more power than a push bu*ton start/
I turn my feet and point my finger same as Malcom made 'em march/
Another step closer to my goal/
Im just writing out my heart more than strippers work the pole/
I break it down like the blunts I used to roll/
I ain't smoked in 7 weeks I finally got a clear skull/
I used to think my body drop before my album would/
Baby Mama left and took the kids I guess that's probably good/
I been stubborn/
Wouldn't change for nothing/
What you expect. Im a Taurus. Should of seen that coming/
Man I just walking to the beat of my own tune/
It's like I'm living everyday with a full moon/
Trying to reach for glory. In a world of gloom. A knock ya head down. But cha not doom/
Nope. I got so much to be proud of/
I keep my head up and give a f** about the doubters/
Cowards/
Can't even use they own brain/
Gotta leach off the next man just to maintain/
Crying shame/
Mama told me be my own person/
Pa** the message down and hope I never see my daughters t**ng/
Nawl, I work hard just to get here/
Man-, I thank God that Im still here/
Cause the things that he put me in front of/
A turn a normal man around and make 'em be a runner/ (So)
Chorus
Verse 2
Im taking off quick as clothes in a s** scene/
Future looking brighter than a set a new head beams/
And everybody trying to be the next thing/
Im feeling more pressure than a jet stream/
I shut my eyes, and try to day dream/
Do I gotta be a Mr. T to make an A-team/
Man my stomach hurt, my head aching/
I want the world to hear me, I been waiting-/
When my time gone be/
I wonder will I die before they hear my di/a/ry/
Just diarrhea on the whole game/
Born Vance but give 'em Veto as a code name/
Can't use a code in the game of life/ (Nope)
You gotta shake ya hands and roll the dice/
Ya can't take everyones advice/
Or be a hot shot and get your a** sniped/
Man Im just trying to get to where Im going/
I don't need no magic motives Im just moving for the moment/
Damn, I still sag my pantaloons/
I ain't famous or wanted/
Im my own biggest opponent/
Dog, Im just keeping it a billion/
Lego stack it up and keep building/
How long do I plan to make a k**ing/
Till my casket drop. Lord willing/ (So)
Chorus
Im moving on, Im moving, Im moving on."