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• Artiste: Himself
• Titre: Not Moved By It All
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I'm hardly moved by it all, I'm not impressed one bit You gonna go broke, man, too much money for yo' shit Losing respect while you gaining a check Got some chains & a Lex while yo' Pappy still remain in the 'jects You don't wanna get on doing some shit that you'll regret Cause you can bang out or take it all away to pay back that debt Times tre' in less than a day but it's okay to be broke With a pocket full of change and a head full of hope Working hard to get what little you got & happy to have it Even when you lose it you should feel blessed to have even had it To hell to what kind of car you got We all drive in the same traffic You c'stop telling me 'bout yo' fancy purchase & bad habits And try to make the next generation's lives... a little less tragic bring back the magic & the sparkle to the kids' eyes Life's bigger than diamonds, it crush your record label, medallions, platinum records and your watch face size The shit's nice to have, true indeed Just realize what's most important Be humble with what you're sporting Cause most people can't afford it Waving food in front of a hungry man'll get yo' ass got Just like dimes wantin' food & can't pay rent will get yo' ass shot Now it's okay to get that meal ticket Just don't sell out yourself, your family, or your people to get it Niggaz will do just about anything to ball I'm just not moved by it all... Cause long chains & big rings really ain't my thing And you will never hear me use the term "bling-bling" Not hatin' on ya man, it just ain't a song I sing Cause under all that shiny shit there ain't much to be seen Fancy cars, 20-inch rims, high-priced clothes I'd rather ride with my woman in a box-Chevy with 30's & Voges It's good being comfortable & live to ball Plus less people call I'm just not moved by it all... Well One day I'm a be looted up, pockets bulging Holding down the knob, electric button in the dash, folding down the top Not around the cops, won't be slowing up to see them pass When them fools stop Smoking high quality crop, eyes bloodshot in a Luxury drop instead of on the bus stop Though we must not take for granted the blessing we've been handed, Take advantage so we can resume our right to place us on this planet Ever since I was young I have always been reprimanded For talking shit along with talking loud But now, I use my shit talking for rockin' crowds And it's gonna make me rich, but I'm a never forget 'Cause even as a millionaire I'm still gon' be ditchin' cabs for fun in the evenings And on the weekends I'm a go to the club rocking $50 in clothes & a diamond earring the size of Cleveland And I'll be cheesin' 'cause everybody is believin' that it's fake I won't be strapped to leave the club late I can breathe easy cause these niggaz won't hate As long as they don't think it's real It's the same way behind the wheel And I ain't trying to be harassed by the cops Or rushed by fools who keep in touch with jail So the outside of my whip is gon' be plain as fuck While the inside of my shit's gonna be plush as hell I'm trying to stay lo-key Windows tinted black; could be alone or I could be 4-deep Make you think twice before you approach me Ain't no telling what I keep under a clothes; me Drive past slow, everybody's lookin' closely But I ain't on the same shit that you on I'm just trying to get home & watch videos of silly hoes jock these fools that claim that they ball I love the music I'm just not moved by they call I'm just not moved by it all....