Moves

[Verse 1: Saint Anthony] I'm up early today Smoking on some shit already burning the haze Kick another flow and then it's back to my chief Gotta Permit to speak None of my talk is cheap I could tell you 'bout the finer things Tell you 'bout defeat Tell you 'bout the diamond rings Tell you 'bout the streets But I'm the farthest from thug Still the times got hard Still the times got tough But these days I'm chillin' While I'm smoking on a O I got my mind on a million And my foes keep grillin' They ain't really on my level They just hawk like pigeons I am on my plateau Tryna just stack dough I flow like Castro B.I.G That dope All these bitches they catch colds Inlove with the illest All they feelings keep spilling Cuz they know that they feel it [Hook: Saint Anthony] It's so ignorant Finna make a movie so I flip the script It's so ignorant Finna make a movie wit some mistresses And we whallin', whallin', making moves Yeah we whallin', whallin', making moves Said we whallin', whallin', making movies And whallin', whallin', making moves [Verse 2: Saint Anthony] Well, well what do we have here I've been on my grind, on time since last year Skate down to the party in cashmere In my preppy ass sweater Like noone could do it better I'm fucking with my endeavors Playing chess with them I plot it and then I check them See this is one for the record And for the record I am a problem you couldn't weather Like Floyd Tell them that it's ya boy The reason that your album is out and ain't making noise The reason that your girl is around and she making noise I'm putting it down on her Do away with her voice Do away with the team Do away with the scene All of your shit is wack All of my shit is mean All of my shit is glossy Can't Get the fuck off me Got my bills up like Chauncey Let the song breathe Yeah! [Hook: Saint Anthony] [Verse 3: Saint Anthony] You might loose your mind Look into the mirror might lose your pride This might make you reconsider Shit, it's no wonder they all bitter (My bad) And my only response Put the sour in the swisher let me smoke like a boss Uh Lil' homie he got it I'm the visionary baby all I want is the profit Now stop it You keep talking Fucking with my zone Calm yourself girl 'fore I send your ass home (Forreal) With not a bit of remorse Next year bet you'll catch me out there riding a Porsche In the middle of Miami in a tropical storm I ain't worried bout a thing homie, not no more See I does what I does And it Is what it is So fuck what it was