Released on June 20, 2017

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[Intro: MIKE]

A lot of numbers

Yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, mmm, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah

Hey, Tony

[Verse 1: MIKE & Chip Skylark]

This a different feeling, I never felt relentless

Found out loud and the rum don't help redemption

Maybe I'm a slow learner, either way, it's slow burning

Philly was a cold surface, we ain't had a home furnace

Depression hit me hard that year, thinking got my dome hurting

Tenth grade, summer wild, I ain't have a phone working

Working with some bitter ones who tried to have my soul purchased

Tell me, what's your sole purpose? Hide behind the closed curtains

Tryna make your ho work it, been tryna get clean

Try when it's so dirty, been for the next thing

Been beat the next king, see what the bread bring

More work, but less dreams, yeah, I hit the lick before

But this here be the best scheme, swimming through the water now

Kitty like a jetski, probably gonna order out, depending how the check seem

Bars got these niggas faces looking like my breath stink

Knowing where I stand, dog, regardless what the rest think

What they say? Fuck what they say, uh, uh


[Chorus: Chip Skylark]

Ride around with my damn crew

It's not that we don't fuck with you

We just gotta stay a milli in these streets, yeah, uh

We making moves

Fuck what you stand for, we stand out

Fuck your clout, we on them clouds now, yeah

Ride around with my crew

It's not that we don't fuck with you

We just gotta stay a milli in these streets, yeah, yeah

We making moves (We making moves)


[Verse 2: Wiki]

Bowlegged bitch, all naked, just a gold necklace

Solo in my bed, dead, need that cold beverage

Just woke, need a whole breakfast to my dome

And I just smoked, can't form a whole sentence on my own

Why I ain't spoke?

Shorty asking, "Baby, what you on? Are you hearing me? 'Posed to be a wordsmith, don't appear to be"

Live carefree, but the words picked carefully, ma

Apparently some herbs, they been airing me, nah

Unsuccessfully, still this shit be stressing me, out

Walk up out the bedroom door, the clique is next to me

Ain't no stressing now, yelling out, the word is "Yerrr"

By nightfall, they'll be sleeping on the furniture

In the meantime, don't mean to be mean, ma

But I gotta leave to the evening

Got a lot to do, I got moves to make, got dues to pay

Ayo, tell me what you 'bout to do today


[Chorus: Chip Skylark]

Ride around with my damn crew

It's not that we don't fuck with you

We just gotta stay a milli in these streets, yeah, uh

We making moves

Fuck what you stand for, we stand out

Fuck your clout, we on them clouds now, yeah

Ride around with my crew

It's not that we don't fuck with you

We just gotta stay a milli in these streets, yeah, yeah

We making moves (We making moves)


[Outro]

Loosie goosy one time

Hahaha, yes indeed

I thought that sound good

Y'all need to be a lil louder, man

The crowd, show 'em what time it is

It's nation time, it's nation ti-i-i-ime

Nation, time, it's nation ti-i-i-ime

It's nation ti-i-i-ime