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Coach Tev - 3D Moon lyrics

Artist: Coach Tev

album: Black Ice


We have to stop reacting, and we have to become aggressive
We can no longer stand up and beg anybody for a victory or a concession
Because I'm here to tell you, that if you beg a man for a victory, he gives it to you
It's his victory, not yours
This what they wanted right Tev?
Naw I'm bout to go crazy for real though
Go!
Ok
Bout to set this bitch off dawg
Yea
Backwards Skaters Only
Ay
Naw for real
Uh, tryna to fit in they want to roundhouse kick it
Hitting that spot I'll have her walking 'round different
She got the type of ass make you look back on it like a bad decision
But I got no regrets, yeah
Just a few but I've grown from that
Got my head where my shoulders at
Got a blessing gotta go for that
Everything the team do you know it's so criddack (Naw for real)
Tryna to fit in they want to roundhouse kick it
Hitting that spot I'll have her walking 'round different
She got the type of ass make you look back on it like a bad decision
But I got no regrets, yeah
Just a few but I've grown from that
Got my head where my shoulders at
Got a blessing gotta go for that
Everything the team do you know it's so criddack
So where yo pen at?
I gotta, gotta lotta little things that been ticking on my mind like a time bomb (Tick)
She just wanna lay up and watch rom-coms (Chill)
I be patting down my pockets tryna find time (None)
But you know I gotta go for it
Can't be working like this with nothing too show for it
I been dealing with shit but imma grow for it
He ain't come to buy shit cuz he a broke boy
You be talking a lot I stay low boy
First time skating down yo block (Slide)
Made it to ur thoughts I control it like the boss (Boss)
Bitch I call that brick, glass, bank... I call shot (Swish)
Call me Gregg Pop
I don't talk a lot (Naw, naw)
Ay, first time skating down yo block (Slide)
Made it to ur thoughts I control it like the boss (Boss)
Bitch I call that brick, glass, bank... I call shot (Swish)
Call me Gregg Pop
I don't talk a lot (Naw, naw)
I don't... I won't... I won't speak
Ay and you can't catch my feelings in no tweet
Naw
That's on me
Yea, fully focused on my winning streak
Ay, on my grind like Otto
I like to rap in staccato
I cannot wallow in bottles with sorrow
Issa great day be the motto okay
If not right now then tomorrow's the day
Procrastinate like tomorrow gon wait
Me and my staff, parting the seas
Pardon my steez as I'm partin the way
Bowing our heads let all of us pray
Nothing is promised tomorrow today
You got a goal but ain't starting today
Then you won't get fed, you starvin today
Feedin my ego they calling me great
But I knew that since I had the part in my fade
Knew that since I had the Maxima whip
'Cause me and my maker attached by the hip
He hit me up like "You finna be rich
Knowledge is wealth and I gave you a grip
Just like I upgraded Dranny to VIP"
She's doing fine mama don't even trip
Take my show money and save it off rip
Designing my merch and selling it quick
Just like my gray Motorola I had as a jit,
It's gettin flipped
Don't you put none of our boys in jail and charge them with treason
'Cause you deserve to be charged with treason!
You deserve to be charged with treason!
'Cause anytime you force people to live that way
You deserve to be charged with treason
You are guilty, not us
Ay, first time skating down yo block (Slide)
Made it to ur thoughts I control it like the boss (Boss)
Bitch I call that brick, glass, bank... I call shot (Swish)
Call me Gregg Pop
I don't talk a lot (Naw, naw)
Ay, first time skating down yo block (Slide)
Made it to ur thoughts I control it like the boss (Boss)
Bitch I call that brick, glass, bank... I call shot (Swish)
(Naw, naw)

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