Black Moses - Channel Tres, JPEGMAFIA

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, 'cause my niggas hungry

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, 'cause my niggas hungry (Go, get up!)

Throw money in the air, can’t drop the ball

If I do, Black Moses gon' call

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me (Go, get up!)

I used to ask for change in the streets

Now I’m changin' the streets

Momma, I’ma break you off

Yeah, tell me what you need

I’m the new swami

I told you I’ma break you off

I’ma break you off (Oof!)

Yeah, I’ma break you off

Everybody wanna break

They don’t wanna pay the cost (Cost)

Y’all niggas cook, no need for prep

They just want mansions, I got the check

No need for wallet, don’t pay for shit

Check the way a nigga from Compton sell his shit

It ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, 'cause my niggas hungry

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, 'cause my niggas hungry (Go, get up!)

Throw money in the air, can’t drop the ball

If I do, Black Moses gon' call

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me (Go, get up!)

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)

Nigga, I’m a bitch, how could you tell?

I’m skippin' to the bank, bars age like Pharrell (Yeah)

They treat me like a dog, whatever, fuck this industry (Brrr!)

Pretty in the face, touch my body, call it infantry (Yeah)

Man, you’ve been a ho, I’ma guess since infancy (Yeah)

Only way you get to me is if you put that fuckin' pistol into me

Enemies always movin' goal posts, killin' me

Fuckers wanna finish me, but this ain’t MK

Put them .30's in the .40's, bitch, let’s play this Melee

'Cause when I pull the pistol out, they sing like Ella Mai, Mai (Brrr!)

Because what niggas do be different from what niggas say (Yeah)

I pistol whip a nigga dressed like I caught the bouquet (Go, get up!)

Word to Dot, these crackers wanna hunt me,

hold my heart

Thought I would’t buss back, bitch, I ain’t Rosa Parks (Yeah!)

Sup daddy?

Catch me chokin' niggas like Bart

I’m the new Moses (Yeah!), beard to my colon

Keep the Commandments back-seat of the Focus

Next year, bitch, I’m tryin' to be the next Oprah, it’s hopeless

It ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, 'cause my niggas hungry

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, 'cause my niggas hungry (Go, get up!)

Throw money in the air, can’t drop the ball

If I do, Black Moses gon' call

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me (Go, get up!)

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)

Aye, aye, aye, nigga, you got that shit

Aye, show 'em how Compton do it

Aye, nigga

Lookin' for the sauce

Murder with the beats, boy, press no change up

Uh, uh, uh, homie, get your weight up

Shit so good.

put it in containers

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Y’all niggas cook, no need for prep

They just want mansions, I got the check

No need for wallet, don’t pay for shit

Check the way a nigga from Compton sell his shit

It ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, c’mon, niggas hungry

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Gotta cook it up, c’mon, niggas hungry (Go, get up!)

Throw money in the, air can’t drop the ball

If I do, Black Moses gon' call (Go, get up!)

Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, gon' get out (Go, get up!)