
TR!BE ON THE MOVE DJ Mykael V & 1995 (Ft. indie tribe)
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[Intro: DJ Mykael V & nobigdyl.]
Yo what you doin'? (Yeah)
You lost or somethin’? (Bodega, bodega, bodega)
The last thing that you 'bout to hear
Is some horses pulling up to the bodega
God always! ('95)
[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
Would the Lord forgive me if I kill the beat?
Would it be a sin if I had did it for the Trinity?
Jesus said that we should have affection for our enemies (He did)
Then He flipped the tables, think I’m picking up the recipe (I did it)
I just dropped hot coals on a hater head
Kindness cannot be spineless (Go, go, go, go)
Tryna shine a light on Nashville, where you find us (Go, go, go, go)
Planted in the middle of the city like The Ryman (Go, go, go, go)
Prayer life looking like Job, where Leviathan
Multiplied fish, didn't need Poseidon
I don't pop a pill
I need a verse, not a Vicodin
Feeling like Daniel Cormier, in a lions den (Mink, mink, mink, mink)
Had to dog out Simba
Cut the backwoods like they called out timber
Had a hater tell me that the tribe not the best
Man, that's feeling like a stretch and you not that limber
Yo what you doin'? (Yeah)
You lost or somethin’? (Bodega, bodega, bodega)
The last thing that you 'bout to hear
Is some horses pulling up to the bodega
God always! ('95)
[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
Would the Lord forgive me if I kill the beat?
Would it be a sin if I had did it for the Trinity?
Jesus said that we should have affection for our enemies (He did)
Then He flipped the tables, think I’m picking up the recipe (I did it)
I just dropped hot coals on a hater head
Kindness cannot be spineless (Go, go, go, go)
Tryna shine a light on Nashville, where you find us (Go, go, go, go)
Planted in the middle of the city like The Ryman (Go, go, go, go)
Prayer life looking like Job, where Leviathan
Multiplied fish, didn't need Poseidon
I don't pop a pill
I need a verse, not a Vicodin
Feeling like Daniel Cormier, in a lions den (Mink, mink, mink, mink)
Had to dog out Simba
Cut the backwoods like they called out timber
Had a hater tell me that the tribe not the best
Man, that's feeling like a stretch and you not that limber
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