Letra de ' Black Moses ' de Channel Tres

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
Throwin money in the air, can't drop the ball
If I do, Black Moses on call
Ain't about me, ain't about me
I used to ask for change in the streets
Now I'm changing the streets
Mama I'ma break you off
Yeah tell me what you need
I'm the new swap meet
I told you I'ma break you off
I'ma break you off, uuf, yeah
I'ma break you off

Everybody wanna break, they don't wanna pay the cost
Y'all niggas cook, no need for prep
They just want mentions, I got the check
No need for wallet, don't pay for shit
Check the way a nigga from Compton sell this 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
Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball
If I do, Black Moses on call

Ain't about me, ain't about me
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out

Nigga I'm a bitch (Ha)
Uh how could you tell? (Yeah)
I'm skipping to the bank
Bars age like Pharrell (yeah)
They treat me like a dog
Whatever fuck this industry (brr)
Pretty in the face
Touch my body
Call the infantry (yeah)
Man You been a hoe
I'ma gonna guess since infancy (yeah)
Only way you get to me
Is if you put that fucking pistol into me (bitch)

My enemies
Always moving goalposts
It's killing me
Wanna finish me
But this ain't MK (yeah, baby)
Put them 30s in the 40s
Bitch let's play this melee (wow)
'Cause when I pull the pistol out
They sing like Ella mai mai (brr)
Because what niggas do
Be different from what niggas say
I pistol whip a nigga
Dressed like I caught the bouquet
Word to DOT (DOT)

These crackers wanna hunt me hold my heart
Thought I wouldn't bus back
Bitch I ain't Rosa parks (yeah)
Sub daddy catch me chokin' niggas like Bart (yeah)
I'm the new Moses (yeah)
Beard to my colon
Keep the commandments
Backseat of the focus
Next year bitch I'm trying to be the next Oprah
It's hopeless
It 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
Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball
If I do, Black Moses on call
Ain't about me, ain't about me

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out

Lookin' for the sauce?
Alfredo with the beats boy presto change up
Mmm, mm, mm, homie get your weight up
Shit's 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 mentions, I got the check

No need for wallet, don't pay for shit
Check the way a nigga from Compton sell this shit
No 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
Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball
If I do, Black Moses on call
Ain't about me, ain't about me

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, go on get out