What a despicable nigga do
When he feeling the physical
I really can not be waiting I want it now
Walk through the crowd My head down
Make no sound I can't be proud
This is dread like the head of a rasta
I check options like I'm making roster
Aint no moves for a nigga
A hard place looking like a home
I gotta make a move I don't want to (Yea)
I gotta make a move I don't want to (Yea)
I got to make a move I don't want to
I got to make a move I don't want to
Make a move I don't want to
Then I slide out the back
And I'm grateful for that
Notoriety been dripping Quietly
All down my leg as I hit these streets
I could stage dive forever
The music is mine (Mine, mine, mine, mine)
Sold my soul for you niggas sing along
I got to make a move I don't want to
I got to make a move I don't want to
I got to make a move I don't want to
Make a move I don't want to
WRITERS
BRAD KRIEBEL, JEREMY BUTLER, JOSH BUTLER, RYAN KIRKLAND, WES ANDERSON