Channel Tres – Black Moses Lyrics (feat. JPEGMAFIA)

[Chorus: Channel Tres]
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 (Go, get up!)
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 (Go, get up!)

[Verse 1: Channel Tres]
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)

[Bridge: Channel Tres]
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

[Chorus: Channel Tres]
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 (Go, get up!)
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 (Go, get up!)

[Post-Chorus: Channel Tres]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
Nigga, I’m a bitch, how could you tell?
I’m skippin’ to the bank, bars age like Pharrell (Yeah)
They treat me like a dog, whatever f*ck this industry (Brrr!)
Pretty in the face, touch my body, call it infantry (Yeah)
Man, you’ve been a ho, I’ma guess since infancy (Yeah)
Only way you get to me is if you put that f*ckin’ pistol into me
Enemies always movin’ goal posts, killin’ me
f*ckers 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 (Brrr!)
Because what niggas do be different from what niggas say (Yeah)
I pistol whip a nigga dressed like I caught the bouquet (Go, get up!)

Word to Dot, these crackers wanna hunt me, hold me heart
Thought I would’t buss back, bitch, I ain’t Rosa Parks (Yeah!)
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 hopeless

[Chorus: Channel Tres]
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 (Go, get up!)
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 (Go, get up!)

[Post-Chorus: Channel Tres]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)

[Interlude: Channel Tres]
Aye, aye, aye, nigga, you got that shit
Aye, show ’em how Compton do it
Aye, nigga
Lookin’ for the sauce
Murder with the beats, 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

[Bridge: Channel Tres]
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

[Chorus: Channel Tres]
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 (Go, get up!)
Throw money in the, air can’t drop the ball
If I do, Black Moses gon’ call (Go, get up!)
Ain’t about me, ain’t about me

[Post-Chorus: Channel Tres]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, gon’ get out (Go, get up!)

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