I'm Makin Moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

Started in the streets

Came from the Gutter

Little drug dealer making plenty of money

Started selling dime's

Then I moved up

Started pushing twenty's cause ten's just wasn't enough

Dabbled that a few years

Had a lot a fun

Switched up the game

Left the petty shit alone

Time to get this major paper that I really want

Took off my [?]

Put on a suit and let's roll

Time to get it cracking somewhere I ain't known

Ninety-five North, maybe Baltimore

Got a bid

Did a 1985, 86, Michael Jackson back slid in the same shit again

Cause the city was a lot bigger

Made me a lot richer

Then I got "locked up"

And went to prison

Stayed in there a few years

And made my decision

When I get out I'm on a mission

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

Music was my first high

Sung in the Church Choir

Before I could even speak, I learned how to harmonize

Watching the other guys

With passion in my eyes

Wondering how mine gonna sound

When mine come out

Then I opened my mouth, something spilled out

Then I looked around, I done drew a crowd

Everybody bobbing they head, baby I'm throwing down

Oh yeah, it's on now

The way I'm going now

No looking back for me I got up out my Ma's house

And a few cars just in case we wanna ball out

Cruise around the world till the gas run out

Hit the station automatic window never rolled down

We don't pump gas no more

Tell them to come out

Take this hundred dollar, fill it up if you don't mind

Right back on the road hitting cruise control

Heading right back to wherever I was going

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves

I make moves