Freddie Gibbs - Make Moves lyrics

[Verse 1: Bobby Capri] Uh...Yeah A lot of people 'round the way feel I made it And I don't get it cause they acting like I'm obligated To give 'em something, maybe make a car payment or two, I think they thinking that my neighborhood's gated It would all be negated though, if they seen the way that I was living out a bag, apartment in the basement It's hard being famous in a small town, full of small minds Big fish, small pond. Still it's all mine For the time being. But all this sightseeing I've been doing lately, got my mind going. I've been thinking What if I leave? Where would I be? They say the gra** on the other side is never as green I mean, What...none of my neighbors ever water their yard? sh**, I kind of find that hard to believe I know the apple never really falls far from the tree, I'm in the orchard unfortunately...unfortunately [Hook: Bobby Capri] Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me Than to ask you to give me I ain't got the time to wait around for the answer that your a** gon' give me sh**, the moment could be over that quickly And I gotta make...moves, I gotta make moves Yeah, I gotta make...moves, I gotta make moves, moves, moves, moves [Verse 2: Bobby Capri] It's like I said "f** Pac!" cause I always thought "BIG" Don't put me in a box. Not 'til I'm dead And even then, I'll be cremated. I've earned (urn'd) that I've come too motherf**ing far to ever turn back Cause if I did, I'd see a bunch of turned backs Like I'm sitting on the back of the bus With all their shirts in plain view, with their names on 'em. I can name who every pa**enger was I've been playing them away games, them charade games Cause the way that I be moving, make 'em say things Trying to guess what I'm doing. But I know I got 'em lost though Pictionary with Pica**o. But I'm so Rembrandt. Just a motherf**ing realist On some real sh**, man f** who in their feelings Aye, nobody's gonna want it how you want it When you hungry, they don't feel it in their stomach That's real sh** [Hook: Bobby Capri] Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me Than to ask you to give me I ain't got the time to wait around for the answer that your a** gon' give me sh**, the moment could be over that quickly And I gotta make...moves, I gotta make moves Yeah, I gotta make...moves, I gotta make moves, moves, moves, moves [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, I'd rather ask you to "give me" Than to ask you forgive me Black mask and a semi I know the lord walking with me But the devil got me thinking I need more, and I done had plenty I know I'm wrong for the dope dealing and robberies She smell the smoke, so fire up the dope when my momma leave I used to bag up a hundred nicks at my momma crib Them s**er n****s I blasted, know where my momma live So duck and hide from this homicide Can't find a job to get a n**** over, cause I'm under qualified Under investigation, and undereducated Tell a snitch n**** "Thank you for your cooperation." But b**h I gotta make moves Before you break your pockets, motherf**er break rules The hollows in my motherf**ing 40 break bones I gave his a** a chopper party, sent his a** home [Hook: Bobby Capri] Yeah, I'd rather ask you forgive me Than to ask you to give me I ain't got the time to wait around for the answer that your a** gon' give me sh**, the moment could be over that quickly And I gotta make...moves, I gotta make moves Yeah, I gotta make...moves, I gotta make moves, moves, moves, moves