I got good at doing this, doing that
Boozing, making music, and aint nothing been as true as that
I been to the bottom and I don’t intend on going back
Unless it’s what I’m looking at while a hoe is throwing ass
I’ll dominate a dominatrix, I don’t even gotta say shit,
Might be in the fucking game but I don’t even gotta play shit
Since the time I started this I never had a second wasted
I say all the shit I mean and I mean all the shit i’m saying
That was just nod to Joe, sickest with flow control
Do I got it all? No, no hoe, not at all
I’mma do this ‘til I got no breath left and I fucking fall
Even when i’m dead I’ll still pick up if the money call
But I don’t do this for the cash, for the flash, or the ass
I do this for the kids like me who want more than to go class
I do it ‘cause I love it, and there’s to much mother fucking trash
And way too many artists spewing garbage in their fucking raps
All their shit is Louis, Prada, preaching fucking Gucci products
Icy chains, and high end watches, sippin lean, and puffing ganja
Their shit got no sustenance, just lines about some substances,
I don’t know about yourself, but I ain’t fucking trusting it
I wanna be remembered and go live on for some centuries
Evolve into an icon and become a fucking entity
Go out as a goat and have it brand into my legacy
‘Cause I’ll be preaching positives until the fucking death of me

Oh
(Moving moving moving)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Gotta keep it moving

If I said it, then I done it
I’m not stunting, I’m not fronting
I ain’t never learn to walk ‘cause I was always running
I fuck it up in silence so that you don’t hear me coming
Just you know the boy, yeah, he’s always up to something
Cooking in the kitchen like a chemist with a lab coat
Got the bass thumping all the way into the back row
Coming with the sharpest lines that’ll slit your damn throat
Leaving every beat like it went to war with Rambo
Damn bro, you moving, yeah I moving but it’s damn slow
I flood the world with music like a mother fucking dam broke
Should be there with stars like I played games the Astros
Got better than the best now there’s nowhere that I can go
I’ve been going back and forth, up and down and all around
I’ve been doing all I can to try and get my fucking crown
I have taken blow after blow but I stuck it out
If you think you’re turning up then I’mma have to shut it down
Done more than they thought I could but I still got shit left to do
Beat ‘em once, and beat ‘em twice but I still got shit left to prove
My shoes are like the octagon they’re too afraid to step into
But if you want my curses then I surely can be blessing you
I strive to be the greatest or at least part of the conversation
Congregation of the best to play the game and ever grace it
Story of the underdogs who people said would never make it
And i’mma stand the test of time ‘cause I already fucking aced it

Oh
(Moving moving moving)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Gotta keep it moving