Bob and Weave (feat. M3NSA)

There are dreams to be chased, so of course run 'em down See the crease on the face means the past still around I want cash, dollars, pounds, I want ass, big and round There's a dark side of the moon when the sun goes down Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Can't touch with nunchucks, I wear Chuck's when I roll up I never gave two fucks, my poker face make them fold up God's plan, a betting man handed me a pair of dice I don't gamble, but Lord, please, can I get a sample of paradise? Never was a fame whore, prayed for what they paid for Don't say more or do less, I wrote this under duress I used to live in the U.S., but back home is my backbone Renovate my new address, no GPS to my catacomb (I'm Leonardo) catch me if you can, I'll get your name up (I'm Van Gogh) painting pictures you can buy and frame up (You no dey see?) I get flattery from my enemies Early bird gets the worm, second mouse gets the cheese (cheese) I was born with ambition, never needed your permission Pay me eight racks per vision, I go doggy-style on this mission (uh) Maintain with a pen game, better listen, I came with the octane from a distance Scripture, "Touch not my anointed," flex on 'em like I'm double-jointed Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Money dey talk, so why would they listen? Minimalism in capitalism See through my eyes, a colourful prism All of these bars like building a prison, I wasn't paying attention (nah) E be too expensive, mood is pensive Kofi and Ama move in a sakawa manner (Sika pɛ) tickles the senses All of my struggles in these (trenches) Down for the count indeed (census) Crabs in the barrel quarrel (reckless) To be expected, six year-olds chaperoning three-year siblings Truth be told, just dey bob and weave in my old Timberlands There are dreams to be chased, so of course run 'em down See the crease on the face means the past still around I want cash, dollars, pounds, I want ass, big and round There's a dark side of the moon when the sun goes down Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave