Moving Fast

Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Scudda] Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Joe Scudda] I got my knees bent, eyes closed, I keep praying I'ma see my day, that's what they keep saying Hurry up and wait, Joey, just keep patient Complacent, I can't be that, I keep chasing For this dream of mine, homie, I keep reaching They tried to shut me up, so Joey just keep speaking Learn a thing or two 'bout watching what I'm teaching 'Cause pain and stress is something I stay knee deep in Cuz, you ever felt like you unfold the hand you was dealt Got one hand on my belt like it ain't fitting the same Losing weight like I don't fit in the frame I wanna quit but I don't, so I'm fitting to explain The reason we so different, but also we feel the same A struggle is a struggle no matter the game you playing 'Cause if you made your own rules and win against the grain You had to roll with the punches so I know you feel my pain Come on [Hook] I keep grinding, but I They keep hating, but I Keep rhyming, but I I keep waiting, but I They keep pacing, but I I keep praying, but I I just can't be what they want me to be (OK) I keep praying, but I Keep pacing, but I I keep waiting, but I Keep rhyming, but I They keep hating, but I I keep grinding, but my My world keeps moving so fast, you see [Verse 2: Phocuz] OK, I'm done with the bullshit My life a stress, laid it down at the pulpit Won't see success 'til I measure what I could get That's why I'm Phocuz to the death or 'til I'm hood rich To buy a car to get my ass up out this hood shit My broke weaklings done push me to smoke cheeba Run up in a Kroger and steal me some froze pizzas Know it's kinda lame, was strained into the brain But who are you to blame? You moving them four-seaters I'm losing soul now, I'm strutting in old sneakers Tryna find God while spitting it through your speakers Pick up the receiver, I'm making collect calls Charge it to the Cross, I made up my mind, Lord I'm done with being scorned for something better I'm born It's time to switch it up, my plan just seemed wrong But every time I tried, I failed to get it on I'm stressed, just play the song like... [Hook] I keep grinding, but I They keep hating, but I Keep rhyming, but I I keep waiting, but I They keep pacing, but I I keep praying, but I I just can't be what they want me to be (OK) I keep praying, but I Keep pacing, but I I keep waiting, but I Keep rhyming, but I They keep hating, but I I keep grinding, but my My world keeps moving so fast, you see [Verse 3: Chaundon] More pens, more paper, more concepts to write More stress, more strife, more days of my life Less money, less cars, a lot of less square feet Whoever said "Less is more" need to change spots with me I work hard everyday, go harder in the booth Get so hard when my broad suck my dick, I chip her tooth I should live like a king, I deserve all the finer things Champagne wishes and caviar dreams More skill, less gimmicks More me, less niggas Muhfuckin' right I said it, go ahead and bet figures More wins, less losses Make you more nauseous Warning: with steppin' to me, be more cautious I've been through it all I tried and I fail Been down for so long, 'bout time I prevail I got a list of complaints that's longer than the turnpike I say no more, motherfucker, say what somethin' like [Hook] I keep grinding, but I They keep hating, but I Keep rhyming, but I I keep waiting, but I They keep pacing, but I I keep praying, but I I just can't be what they want me to be (OK) I keep praying, but I Keep pacing, but I I keep waiting, but I Keep rhyming, but I They keep hating, but I I keep grinding, but my My world keeps moving so fast, you see