Lyrics We're Moving Along - Ghetts, Maxsta

We're Moving Along

010's not them, they won’t survive one month
Talking shit, thinking I’m not aware
I know what you guys wanna hear
Your name in one of my rhymes
Then you get to say why, what, or where
But I’m me, so who says I’ve gotta care?
Check it
Wickedest ting is, I’m a new face in the crowd
But if anybody’s in my face, I’m chasing them down
I’m 17 now, it gets late when I’m out
Always black clothes and a black cape when I’m out
And the wickedest ting is, I’m on a next ting
Testing, don’t think so, because I’m flexing
That boy couldn’t keep up, so I left him
My crew’s gonna fly through, never ending
And the wickedest ting is, I bring classics back
Us man on a set, then I’m back at the ends
E60's dams got a massive batch
Check Marley and them,
Move, and them can’t find me
Pretty soon, I’ll lock down the grime scene
Realise, you’ll never be a threat
But you’re gassed up, trying to get ahead of me instead
Yo, yo, yo
We’re moving along
And the scene can’t catch up, going too fast
Niggas spend time in the studio, sending
It’s a next ting when we spray a few bars
And I ain’t saying who’s hard
I’m a graduate, you make your way into a class
Let me say a few lines and cock back
You’ll be praying to Christ you can top that
I’m the wickedest ting as I’m on a level that
None of these MCs can level at or tell a man
If he ain’t been through hell and back
Then he don’t know where the Devil’s at
I know artists that are hungry like Doller and Dot Rotten
I told Dot, I got studio in Stratford
He rid bike from South then he peddled back
That’s popcorn and the kettle black
And the wickedest ting is that I never had a penny
Young with the empty belly, I couldn’t get a cab
So, I’ve done the scene, now I run the game
Got the top lock but I still pain
Went from number eight to number one
I run the game
No wonder I’m doing this ting and doing it big
As long as I’m here, you’re number two in this shit
We’re moving along
And the scene can’t catch up because we work hard
Studio daily, too many songs
I’ll never get another MC slip past
Truthfully gone
You’ll never find another artist like me
Anywhere in the world, search hard
There’s no proving me wrong
My 16s are not like yours
Take man for ransom but I’m not like Scorch
I’ve seen a lot of guys doing this ting
But none of them flex like
Your wifey had
I’m on a next ting
Catch up, them man are melting again
Ask, Stamz on the last lap
While you man are like, «help me again»
I won’t help you again
Why?
Because your mixtape all sitting on the shelf yet again
It’s not me that you’re badder than, guess again
A hot beat’s up, I ain’t ramping for them
Them man are just shouting, trying to be tense
But I got his friends like, «why did he send?»
I’m executive, them man are like, «who's testing him?»
I can’t see anyway
Yo, yo, yo
We’re moving along
And the scene can’t catch up, going too fast
Niggas spend time in the studio, sending
It’s a next ting when we spray a few bars
And I ain’t saying who’s hard
I’m a graduate, you make your way into a class
Let me say a few lines and cock back
You’ll be praying to Christ you can top that
09's not theirs
They won’t survive one year
Talking bullshit, thinking my lot care
You’re the best when I’m not here
We can holler at a DJ and do it live on air
They keep saying, «you're alright, you’re air»
The beat’s playing and my mind’s not clear
But I do this ting anyway