[Verse 1]

Everybody want a piece of the action bruh

It's a beast on the streets, no relaxing up

Trying to figure if it's heat or is it passion for

Do niggas want to eat or are we scavengers?

In the Jeep, two deep, I'm the passenger

Rolling with my guy to pick the package up

His main broad, he kept his stash with her

He trying not to look, she got an ass on her

Got out the truck, blasting BDP

These young bucks wasn't up

They barely heard of me

It's the Ickes where it's murder and debris

The nature of the place

To move birds and trees, the days felt strange (?)

Walked to the courts to watch the games (?)

Dappin' niggas up like Group Home

I'm saying to my man we gotta move on

[Hook]

Let's move

Yeah, we gotta move

Y'all niggas know we gotta move

Cause we paid dues

It's time to make moves

[Verse 2]

Trucked up ten flights of stairs, yo

Out of air, gasping for air, help

Down pissy hallways, that's their room

I'm saying this bitch better be there yo

Music loud out apartment ten oh four

With her nipples all hard just by open the door

Gave her a hug and said what up though

She said take your shoes off, just mopped the floor

She and D went to the back to handle the stack

Her uncle laid on the couch with a bottle of yak

Talking smack, smelling like crack

In less then a minute I heard a yell in the back

He said where the fuck is my money yo

The bitch came out the room running yo

Her uncle jumped up and reached for his chrome

I'm thinking on him, we might have to move on

[Outro]

We gotta move

Let's move

We gotta move

The state productions gonna move