| I’m just checking my moves
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| I switch 'em like a ball player
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| We ain’t had no money
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| Never used to ball, player
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| Living through hope and luck
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| My homey it was all prayer
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| All prayer and we hoping that the lord save us
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| You gotta get up, get on up
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| Just tell them get up, get on up
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| Y’all need to get up, get on up
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| You gotta get up, get on up
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| (Singing hallelujah amen)
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| I do not sleep, I wake up and I go
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| I do not peak, I go up and I go
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| Pray for my kids and my mom and my bro
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| Also my sister, my papa and magogo
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| Never forgetting my bitch
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| 'Cause she gave me some bread
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| When a nigga ain’t had any dough
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| Now we got kids and a crib full of shit we don’t need
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| I don’t have any place for no hoes
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| Only got space for the truth
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| Come see my place, I got views
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| Only see greens and the blue
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| Don’t give a fuck about you
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| 'Cause my daughter playing my music
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| And I’m doing business with Jews
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| Them niggas pay for my views
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| Y’all niggas pay for the views
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| I was just talking to Slikour the other day
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| That nigga told me to choose
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| Are you going for the moment and not for tomorrow
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| 'Cause then you will lose
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| He said it’s the little you do
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| That shit is good for your future
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| I had a reply and withdrew
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| I’m learning there’s more I could do
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| Now I’m a saucy nigga with some awesome figures
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| 'Cause if the sauce can hit us, then I’m sure we’ll get it
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| God forgive us, we’re just balling different to them sucker niggas
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| 'Cause we’re always winning
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| Pushing never the right position
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| Been the reallest since a little youngin
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| If you’re corny then I get it popping
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| DMXing, out
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| I’m just checking my moves
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| I switch 'em like a ball player
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| We ain’t had no money
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| Never used to ball, player
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| Living through hope and luck
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| My homey it was all prayer
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| All prayer and we hoping that the lord save us
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| You gotta get up, get on up
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| Just tell them get up, get on up
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| Y’all need to get up, get on up
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| You gotta get up, get on up
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| (Singing hallelujah amen)
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| Right in the middle of the motherland
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| We got the upper hand
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| You understand, we’re tryna move up the stands
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| But your moves are underhanded
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| I wanna move but I can’t afford a spaceship to another planet
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| Another plan is, build a family
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| Not run around, do a lot of damage
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| Come on come on, chase the riches
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| Yeah we go for gold
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| They say hang in there
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| You’re backed in a corner, pull a roper though
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| Here’s the truth that strips you to your bare minimum
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| Leave my foes exposed
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| Got rid of the jewelry
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| I’m a pyramid, yeah I’m over gold
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| We’re 'bout to break down the devil’s defense
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| I broke away from a lot of weak friends
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| Chase the dream with my eyes open
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| Not when I’m sleeping
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| Still strong, came out wavy
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| Well life threw us in the deep end
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| I check coast like I make money in Cape Town
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| You know when you getting cheques in the coast
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| Money flows, we’re getting paid now
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| Hey now, negative energy get away now
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| Gotta get up, gotta stay blessed
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| DMX, gotta pray now
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| I’m just checking my moves
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| I switch 'em like a ball player
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| We ain’t had no money
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| Never used to ball, player
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| Living through hope and luck
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| My homey it was all prayer
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| All prayer and we hoping that the lord save us
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| You gotta get up, get on up
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| Just tell them get up, get on up
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| Y’all need to get up, get on up
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| You gotta get up, get on up
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| (Singing hallelujah amen) |