Contraband - Make My Move lyrics

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Contraband - Make My Move lyrics

[Verse 1] All of my days man I never seen ways like this Corrupt tings gwan on some Adolf sh** Black on black crime it's making things easy k**ing off each other we endangered species Pull the tape from the VCR Need a breathe of fresh air like CPR And if all we got here is what we record I guess it's really true pen mightier than the sword Black man with a brain they don't want that Rather see me rolling up sipping cognac Rent, borrow - but I don't really own that Where the guns? Where the d**? n***a, hold that Maybe we all stuck? Maybe I'm just sitting here asking for too much? Maybe I should be like y'all? - Don't give a f** In the club - po it up, claim yo set, throw it up, what what [Hook] I turn around in the still of the room Knowing this is when I'm gonna make my move Can't wait any longer And I'm feeling stronger but oh [Verse 2] Every single day all I hear is complaining Sun be out shining but it feel like it's raining I know how it feel, damn times changing Penny for your thoughts so make sure you save it Wanna be a baller? Shot caller? Then you can't talk like this here for starters Ready to be a martyr? What do I need? I know at least in Florida - Skittles and iced tea Get a n***a shot quick - Oh no, black man down But me I go to jail if I stand my ground Wait, wait I think I got it Rodney had a video, everybody saw it So if like Amadou I pull out my wallet I end up like Sean Bell it's so demonic They expect me to act cool, put us in bad schools But I still ain't fooled [Verse 3] Life's short so I can't let a day go Me and my confidants sitting at the round table Living unstable so they wan' label Me and the minority, so my debut That'll be my biggest payback to the world Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to your girl I don't even need 40 acres and a mule All I need is a 4 finger ring and I'm cool Yeah it's like that - For the thrill of it all, it's like Mike Jack Dead man walking they ready to write that Sending letters to God he don't write back I don't know left from right but I'm right back To that same place that I grew up as a kid All these heartaches and pains I got glued to my ribs So these j**els that I kick - strictly for the blind Could say I ain't sh** but can't say I ain't trying [Verse 4] Pull up to the spot, brand new drop If a cop try to stop I'm like "bla bla bla" Just got fired, days and the times I'm a load a couple nines cause I gotta get mine And I ain't even strapped but I be talking that Cause only way they responds if I tell em click clack I tell em click clack, watch em all get back Struggling and you black this how they want you to act This how they want you to be, but they don't never see It's easy to downplay but between you and me Can't argue my views, you ain't walk in my shoes I be often confused, every thought dem'a choose Acting all phony, you be acting like you know me n***a we ain't even homies sh** you don't know my story, you don't even know the half Whole city by my side - Penny tell why you mad

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