Jo Saza - Moses (feat. Stray Tha Godd) Lyrics

3 Me When You See Me
He's A Hooligan
Moses parted the Red Sea
Well I'm parting my city
Most of y'all on Empty, big baller no biggie
Knock it off, imma cold soul
But I'm not no philly
And I been way down
For the count, you way out
Fee-Fi-Fo
Four shots
Till I lose hope
And I know my Fee 54
And I go like "G.I. Joe"
And we know your ice ain't cold
Been hot and I still don't fold
Like I ain't ever gon' sell my soul
Keep it a buck and ten toes
Well roll me a leaf
Cause I don't do beef
And neva gang bang
But been in these streets
I throw up a 3
And run from police
I keep my skin tucked
Only hold peace
When chucking up deuce
Cause momma told me
These niggas don't care
They prolly gon' shoot
Cause they don't know me
Keep you a hood
And halo, holy
And keep shit low key
So it's f*ck your opinions
I'm back on my business
I'm in bag, ain't no accident
I make decisions
It's all for people
Like lately I feel like an activist
That ain't no wave
It's a way of living
I ain't gon change
Either way I get it
Either way you flip it
I been doing me
I been on a mission
Throwing up my 3
Moses parted the Red Sea
Well I'm parting my city
Most of y'all on Empty, big baller no biggie
Knock it off, imma cold soul
But I'm not no philly
And I been way down
For the count, you way out
(Yeah)
Fee-Fi-Fo
Three shots till I lose hope
And I know that
Pick of the litter
Im getting bigger and bigger
They getting bitter and bitter
You know I'm up ten
Getting realer and realer
The God is spitting on spitters
He giving jitters to niggas
And now they upset
Coming alive
Look at my eyes
Realize the real lies
But my eyes real, on the block still
I will never fold staying ten toes
Matte black tahoe wit like 10 hoes
They ain't f*cking with a nigga little Capone
Chance fitted get me litter wit a cap on
Cap off
Got a bitch in my phone im finna wax off
Move you a clown I take the mask off
I roll a blunt we bout to blast off
Brand new bitch I cut the last off
Bitch so hot she cooking down south
Beantown made but Brooklyn my house
Chick chow mein the noodle spazzed out
Chick so lame I'm due to pass out
I can't rely on these niggas for nothing
You buggin' if you think I do it for clout
And I'm parting her legs like the sea of the red
Take it out then I put it right back in her mouth
Muh F*cka
Moses parted the Red Sea
Well I'm parting my city
Most of y'all on Empty, big baller no biggie
Knock it off, imma cold soul
But I'm not no philly
And I been way down
For the count, you way out
Who is you kidding?
Know the truth is that ya'll niggas children
In the booth see me parting me the liquor
Don't f*ck with my liver, I'm trynna sell it
And the city they see the boy styling
Man the city it feel my palace
For the weed, and the liquor, the music as well
Nigga I feel like an addict
Now I got God calling my name
OD off Raws Neva off Chains
OD with the rock OB with a J
Obi wan Kinobe, who gon' catch a fade
And I love fame, get a little taste
And I love my city, icing on the cake
Party thru the night and the party the day
Screaming F*ck depression, we gon' celebrate
Got me like
"Fee fi fo"
Nah my nigga's never lose hope
Get around with wave we keep afloat
Get a round maybe two, or three or four
Got a plan yea I keep it on low
Got a team you ain't ever seen before
And we here to take back what's ours
Yea I'm back at large
In my new arena though
Moses parted the Red Sea
Well I'm parting my city
Most of y'all on Empty, big baller no biggie
Knock it off, imma cold soul
But I'm not no philly
And I been way down
For the count, you way out