JJ Virk - Moves Lyrics

I don't move unless the move, it seem hella' clear to me
Then it's Vroom! Out the room, bitch I got somewhere to be
Pick and choose, what I do, I'm my own man, keep it G
Ears are glued to the tunes like I'm tryna' hear a beat
I don't move unless the move, it seem hella' clear to me
You ain't who or what you say or do or what you claim to be
Outta' moves and you gon' lose, I'm like what a way to leave
No excuse, I refuse, to hit the booth and not kill the beat
Bringing it back and you know I got it
If I thought it yeah I jot it, If shots? then I call it
6 shots I'm not fallin', 6 spots I want options
6 dots on the target, Please stop you not violent
On beats, I go all-in
Trust me you don't want no problem
Just me, pen and a pad and your a goner, trauma
Thirsty for clout, you invite drama, karma
I'm Adjustin' the focus to honor, comma's
Cuttin' all doubts cause I'm on one
Carrying the thoughts of a monster
On some, who want it I get you boxed up
Lead in my hand's a revolver
On beats I could feel it I'm calmer
Music for me, a problem solver
What once was a dream now a process
I go rogue for my people, my partners
These sheets I done fill boutta' bomb em'
Plottin' and scheming with Vala
No, I do not owe you no nada
Recitin' the verse like a mantra
Exciting to see when they jaws drop
We can't compete you a laugh stock
The type to go viral on world star
Avoidin' your bullshit like "boy stop"
I hear a beat and the voice drops
Flowin' these verses like Aaacho!!
Someone upstairs sayin' "I got you"
You sheep's can not see what I'm on to
The vision I carry might haunt you
I don't move unless the move, it seem hella' clear to me
Then it's Vroom! Out the room, bitch I got somewhere to be
Pick and choose, what I do, I'm my own man, keep it G
Ears are glued to the tunes like I'm tryna' hear a beat
I don't move unless the move, it seem hella' clear to me
You ain't who or what you say or do or what you claim to be
Outta' moves and you gon' lose, I'm like what a way to leave
No excuse, I refuse, to hit the booth and not kill the beat
I would never stop, ten toes on the ground
Head up to the sky while I'm marchin' in style
I say what I think, I'm just thinking aloud
Don't care bout' the hype, this that passion on fire
When that beat drop, I drop a freestyle
Feelin' the kick but the keys wild
Always keepin' it real, keep it G style
When I vibe with the tunes I'm at peace brah
A smile on my face as I'm writin' these verses
Emotions on rise, tryna' breach through the surface
No controlling the mind, the feelings, the urges
When approachin' the mic, your bullshit I'm curvin'
Pull out a pen and I serve em', burn em
Who can relate to the murder, word up
Pull up at 10 we gon' turn up, firm up
I wish and it happens like Timmy Turner
We can't compete you a laugh stock
The type to go viral on world star
Avoidin' your bullshit like "boy stop"
I hear a beat and the voice drops
Flowin' these verses like Aaacho!!
Someone upstairs sayin' "I got you"
You sheep's can not see what I'm on to
The vision I carry might haunt you