Move Around Kembe X (Ft. IDK)

[Intro: Kembe X]
We ain't calling this shit trap no more, man
We callin' this shit
We callin' this shit the combination, you feel me?
Keys to the safe, haha, yeah, uh

[Chorus: Kembe X]
Reaching for my phone, I can't put this motherfucker down
Palms itching, dawg, need a hundred times a hundred thou'
Bitches in my phone tryna fuck, girl, move the fuck around
I just want the check and I want that motherfucker now

[Verse 1: Kembe X]
We was on the porch at my granny house
Barry had the torch, man, that nigga 44, uh
Monte had a bottle and a white owl
Weekends chasing whores, then on Sunday, praise the Lord, uh
What's the definition of repent? (My bad, my bad)
Might need a confessional for all the shit that he just did
Rusty fucked up permanent off sticks
Read the Bible, tryna find the coordinates into the White House
Junkies is vehement, plug hid the vanity
Peek in the window to see what we T-in' in
My favorite cousin that I never see
Got me up watching Monday Night Raw up on TNN
House on the corner infested with V.O.'s
They on that bullshit, had to get used to seeing them
Mama told me she don't want me around here
'Cause her biggest fear was me growing up being them
Mikey taught me how to make sure my bands was set up (My bands was set up, I'm getting a check)
Like my insurance is trash, I can't pass a check up (Can't pass a check up, no, nigga, no)
Fascinate with how they live 'cause I had it better (I had that shit way better then 'em)
Ayy, check it out, no, I can't, 'cause that's a set-up (Nah, big bro, I'm good)