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The Movement (Prod. FMEbeats)

by FME

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"The Movement" is the first single from "Family Music Everything" Coming soon.

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Verse 1 :

Rise of the rejects.
Give a nigga respect.
You put me in the game now I'm going off the deep end
Throw'd like Marino for these people trying to prevent
But couldn't stop a nigga, should've had better defense.
Patience. This world for the taking.
A hundred miles and running for my people from the slave ships
Reppin' for my Haitians. Recognize greatness
But don't recognize me only after I make it.
Cuz I ain't with the fuck shit
your bitches want to fuck this
Got em cuffing hoes out here like they suspects
But I don't even see em. Busy grinding every season
Finding beauty in the struggle when you recognize the reason
To get more stacks than Kat, getting me lays
With a chip on my shoulder and a foot in the grave
Riding through the city with a hand full of problems but we got em turning up cuz we came from the bottom

Hook:

Its been too hard cuz nothings ever been easy
Came from the heart so you gotta believe me
We the truth bitch, recognize the truest
So get loose bitch and move with the movement

(ah, ah) Cant Stop This x 2

Every Second every minute every minute we just out here trying to get
We just want a better living so we gotta make a killing.

(ah, ah) Cant Stop This x 2

Every Second every minute every minute we just out here trying to get
We just want a better living, its survival f the fittest.

Verse 2:

Oh they can't believe it. Never thought they'd see it
Cuz every teacher told me that I wouldn't ever be shit
guess you got it wrong huh. Look at where I came from
Straight out of the ground brushing dirt off of my shoulders
Oh he so cold like the city mid February
and he goes hard til his pockets like a cemetery
Dead presidents all in the name of bettering his people situation and money could be the medicine.
So fuck you pay me. Love me or hate me
But see I'm only running for the bills like Shady
keep your cents I don't need you to chip in
Cuz you wasn't around back then when I was wishing.
Used to run the block with a dollar and a dream
Now we can't run the block without cops causing a scene
Take aim at our backs and squeeze til they take away our breathe when they know we cant breathe.

Hook.

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