This is a song about "Move on"

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

But it ain't gonna matter because you gotta move on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Dont fall in love dont move on,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Move from the past to the present on the train

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Im always on the move,

And i'mma show you how the south was won

At least he knew where to go and how to move on

Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/

Because i see right through your disguise

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,