stick and move

I got a voice so I use it I feel like niggas is losing I got to stay with the movement that's till the moment you lose me I got to hide what I'm doing my mama can't know what im doing she raised me right and I know it I kept my gun in her old crib remember the nights we unloaded son be safe outside cause she heard somebody blowing if only she knew it was us we had to scout from the porch cause niggas was plotting on us so we took our turns with the torch