[Verse 1: Bad Move]

Ok, I’m riding down Martin Luther King

Feeling like Martin Luther King

Tryna make a change out a dream

Tryna make a dollar out a scheme

Tryna solve the problems for my team

So nigga what you mean

In myself is just what I believe

You don’t got the vision you can’t see

I don’t do division cuz I don’t like the line in between

It separate the dots, I’m tryna make ends meet

I’m tryna A&R, connect the writer to the beat

Connect the speaker to the street

Collect the profit underneath

The profit only strong as the prophet really be

So when you prosper put some purpose in yo pockets wit the green please

You get a milly don’t be meek for yo people on they feet

‘Cause everything you give gon be what you receive

Jeez

[Bridge: Bad Move]

And let the beat breathe

And let the beat breathe

And let the beat breathe

And let the beat breathe

[Verse 2: Stone Cold Stoke]

I’m feeling like the king

I been livin like my fortune in my dreams

I’ve been fortunate enough to right my wrongs the things I seen

I left my pride in the ground in VA

The level of my ambition

Burned my hands

I cleared my vision

Let my mind speak my intentions

Hold the throne like Corleone

This place that I call home

Shaped that future I been known

Control my death I can’t atone

You got it wrong

You think you’ll take that deal

You think you got it all

You should be thinkin bout how yo momma got that bag when you was small

You take these lessons and these blessings

Givin back to the ones that blessed them

Lookin at the bigger question

Is you a king or is you a peasant