Lyrics

I bet I can get you to move
I can get you to dance until you're out of your shoes
Please tell me was Katy Perry on the moon
I don't know if anything we see now is true
I really miss the days when I was watching Blues Clues
Way before Steve left and we got a new dude
Now we got fake news on Twitter and YouTube
And everyone worried bout who you subscribed to
Whether you hot whether you cold or lukewarm
Whether you off a jar or turned on
Whether you slept through your first couple alarms
Whether you believe in the right to bear arms
Bear witness to the greatest ever living
Flow so damn special like I got autism
Oh no he didn't yes I did I swear I did it
I be on point like a prism accustomed to being different
They talk about what I'm living
They wrapped up inside the system
Cause they hit the stu and recorded every crime they committed
We got more fatherless children they tell you it takes a village
I tell you it takes a city cause nothing out here is pretty
Down to the nitty gritty from pity to getting plenty
What you know about paying for your food with just pennies
Middle class America tell me can you hear me
Loud and clearly let me share my little theory
This ain't no conspiracy
This is real as real can get
The country drowning in debt
The rich getting rich
Make it make sense
Please make it make sense
People living in tents they going up in rent
We got rappers buying chains getting paid like a slave
Processed food taking us to an early grave
I'm amazed how the wealthy still unphased
Lighting up the truth we just let this thing blaze
Tell me what's the trade for somebody chasing fame
We ain't investing no money in nothing but pain it's a shame
You focus on your Johnson like Dwayne
Instead of being a rock for your kids anyways
Walking tall Hobbs and Shaw
I see y'all I'm appalled at how low your standards are
We need to raise the bar
Okay look this here the rundown
You ain't gonna shoot the thug stop capping put the gun down
You ain't gonna shoot pop pop sunup to sundown
Look how we started from the bottom but we up now
I bet I can get you to vibe
I can get you to listen and make you swallow your pride
People gon hate in public but really love in disguise
People gon look you dead in your eye and tell you a lie
I am not no god so please don't idolize
I'm just coming for the top cause I think it's bout time
We had a revolution tell me where the truth is
They ain't got no vision like Wanda
The resolution way too low they got like 360p
They signed a 360 deal
That money may be good but it ain't for me I'll be free
I'd rather be broke than have somebody own me
I should be in Miami the way I'm putting out this heat
Go against me you see defeat like Dan Schneider
Dropping bombs Oppenheimer
Right hand on a Bible
Written by: Norman D. Sanchez
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