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Channel Tres – Black Moses Lyrics

Black Moses by Channel Tres (feat. JPEGMAFIA)


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
Throw money in the air, can’t drop the ball
If  I do Black Moses gon’ call
Ain’t  about me, ain’t about me

I used to ask for change in the streets
Now  I’m changin’ the streets
Momma, I’ma break you off
Yeah, tell me what you need
I’m the new swami
I  told you I’ma break you off
I’ma break you off (Oof)
Yeah, I’ma break you off
Everybody wanna break
They don’t wanna pay the cost (Cost)

Y’all niggas cook, no need for prep
They just want mansions, I got the check
No need for wallet, don’t pay for shit
Check the way a nigga from Compton sell his 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
Throw money in the air, can’t drop the ball
If I do Black Moses gon’ call
Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out

Nigga, I’ma bitch, how could you tell?
I’m skippin’ to the bank, bars age like Pharrell (Yeah)
They treat me like a dog, whatever fuck this industry
Pretty in the face, touch my body call it infantry
Man, you been a ho, I’ma guess since infancy
Only way you get to me is if you put that fuckin’ pistol into me
Enemies always movin’ goal posts, killin’ me
**** wanna finish but this ain’t MK
Put them .30’s in the .40’s, bitch let’s play this Melee
‘Cause when I pull the pistol out they sing like Ella Mai, Mai
Because what niggas do be different from what niggas say
I pistol whip a nigga dressed like I caught the bouqet
Word to Dot, these crackers wanna hunt me, hold me heart
Thought I would’t buss back, bitch, I ain’t Rosa Parks
Sup daddy? Catch me chokin’ niggas like Bart
I’m the new Moses, beard to my colon
Keep the Commandments back-seat of the Focus
Next year, bitch, I’m tryin’ to be the next Oprah, it’s hopeles

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
Throw money in the air, can’t drop the ball
If I do Black Moses gon’ call
Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out

Aye, aye, aye, nigga you got that shit
Aye, show ’em how Compton do it
Aye nigga

Lookin’ for the sauce
[?] with the Beast Boy, press no change up
Uh, uh, uh, homie, get your weight up
Shit 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 mansions, I got the check
No need for wallet, don’t pay for shit
Check the way a nigga from Compton sell his shit

It ain’t about me, ain’t about me
Gotta cook it up, c’mon niggas hungry
Ain’t about me, ain’t about me
Gotta cook it up, c’mon niggas hungry
Throw money in the, air can’t drop the ball
If I do Black Moses gon’ call
Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out


Song: Black Moses
Artist: Channel Tres
Released: August 2, 2019