Move Back - SLANDER & Dylan Matthew

Run it back run it back run it back Choppa make em do the runnin man Hunnid band hunnid band Not what I do it for niggas don't understand Contraband contraband Do what you gotta do if you want Benjamin's Run it back run it back Keep it 100 and we gon go get it man Runnin it up 'cause I can't be stuck in one place I gotta get outta the way Too many snakes wanna see me fall down in the grave I cut em off like a spade Niggas that's fake always flash it all in yo face They be the first one to cave When I was hungry you bitches would not let me ate Now wanna eat off my plate I put my feet in the street I put my heart on the beat I took the beat out my heart That's why this shit bump when it play And It's nothin you fuckers could say ay Integrity in my melodies Chains on me like a felony I'm a rock star from the '70s And my flow stay goin' special needs I need a snowball from the west side In a box Chevy i'mma let it lean Red guts wit the orange paint In a whip sittin, like chips wit cheese It don't matter if you VL, G, BD, Black Stone, P 'Cause everybody got the same rule Don't say a word to the police CPD don't want no beef I don't got a record I'm so clean I don't stand out damn near square Walkin round lookin like a brushed teeth Don't trust me Don't touch me I'm not a killer, don't push me 'Cause I'm ridin dirty But I'm fresh as hell with the lil homie in the backseat like Run it back run it back run it back Choppa make em do the runnin man Hunnid band hunnid band Not what I do it for niggas don't understand Contraband contraband Do what you gotta do if you want Benjamin's Run it back run it back Keep it 100 and we gon go get it man Run that thang back 'cause I'm tryna see how it look Read through the lines like a book I'm headin straight to the muhfuckin goal like a rook Stand in my way you get took If I make it out but don't come back to pay respect How in the fuck would I look Niggas think that it's a formula to this shit That's where they got it mistook They be tryna put me in a box Hood nigga pink mink socks Yeah I know I come wit a lot That's because I came from a lot You don't share the pain that I got Seen crack, caine, coke rock Red X on the fucking wall That mean the house finna get knocked Ain't have a vacant lot on ya block And That shit alone say a lot It's different moves I gotta make to plot And Everybody waiting for the drop My only goal to go gargoyle mode That mean that I'm posted at the top Cuz My niggas still posted on the block And My city got kids totin Glocks So how in the fuck is I'm post to stop Clock that hoe in overdrive mode and gon give it all I got I'm hood no cap so that mean that I'm the one goin over top Y'all niggas clones it ain't hot Can't stand yo own on the block Y'all need to gon head and stop

Everybody better back up! Everybody better back up! Everybody better back up! Everybody better back up! Yeah, yeah, yeah Move it move it cause I'm comin thru bitch! Come, come, come Move it move it cause I'm bout ta lose it! Everybody's losin it stoppin at nothin using it Pushing for a voice of the people you been abusive with Chants out in the streets are repeated until they do some shit Masses are the tool for removal of institutionalists The innocent just bleeding the preacher would not believe em He's dyin for no reason the killers are out breedin The people are all reaching for something we all see em The evil is our freedom from balance without eden They said (Everybody better back up! Everybody better back up!) You ain't got no way ahead (Everybody better back up! Everybody better back up!) We push back with patience (Everybody better back up! Everybody better back up!) We know what y'all made (Everybody better back up! Everybody better back up!) Cuz we break it Aye! Move back right now! Aye! Move back right now! Aye! Move back right now! Aye! Move back right now! Aye! Move back right now! Aye! Move back right now! Move it move it cause I'm comin thru bitch! Everybody freakin deceivin in bad season (ya ya) Nobody's reachin for peace in their mad legion (ya ya) Somebody's leakin just bleedin off in the street And wit beatins from alotta heathens Just beastin never had reason (ya ya) Lotta people bellin and yellin but never do shit Convicted felons are failin y'all make the crew thick If we all start gellin I'm tellin you we can rule quick Move it move it cause I'm comin thru bitch

(Piano solo) Let's go! (with reverbs) Let's go! (with reverbs) (Buildup) Lets (Dubstep) (Piano solo again) (More rhythmic tunez) Let's go! (with reverbs) Let's go! (with reverbs) (Buildup) Lets! (Dubstep) (Buildup) End