Move On Feat. Iffy (Remix)

No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
 So the repetition will make a nigga flip
 We in the game of smoke and mirrors
 Those engineering a bigger spliff
 Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift
 I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
 Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth
 I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks
 When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks
 And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed
 But the hurt is making me better with this gift
 I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and
 Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
 Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking
 Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink
 It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
 I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters
 Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner
 If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture
 If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures
 If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper
 I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla
 Stains on my pants hardly had a cut
 The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck
 All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
 Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is
 So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid
 Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing
 Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"
 I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
 Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas
 When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft
 And all y'all ask about is Aftermath
 Motherfucker move on
 I got to give my own interview
 Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule
 And paint me as a cynical
 But the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to
 If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived
 And that comes from me being inside
 Where the demons get by, see them goodbye
 If I'm vehement here's why
 Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies
 So the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear
 Shit can overbear just when the over in air
 So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear
 Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea
 I'm on another label, not that other label
 That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs
 Some say it's a conspir'ce
 I say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir
 Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep
 Oh you must not know I'm deep
 I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week
 Me? I just got my little man every week
 Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs
 Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap
 Ask me about swag
 I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag
 Plus look at you like a fag
 I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with
 They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it
 I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting
 Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button
 Stop using slang just for you to be cool
 Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you
 I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes
 Y'all chase zeros
 Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero
 They played De Niro, never been there though
 So before your next thought, understand
 Know it's much more to me than a man
 Either that or move on
 My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul
 Before Jordan was wearing four five
 I just look like this, I just seemed old
 But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker
 To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds
 The real estate market is harsh, everything goes
 From folds to who you was doing everything for
 But I cut them off and move on to the new checks
 New friends chasing my new ends with new threats
 Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills
 In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils
 But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit
 If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop
 You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit
 But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit
 I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect
 But Ryan and Marshal is all you get
 My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg
 What I say in a track those just words
 Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street
 Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique
 I don't got to dig deep to realize
 Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep
 Because he deserved it, how can I mourn
 The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?
 Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left
 I ain't into fucking my family like incest
 If you remember ice used to be my life's interest
 Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess
 Since I made up with Em there's nothing else
 That I can move on from so who wants some
 Like a jar of Grey Poupon
 You have to ask anybody in any car
 Want it? Or move on
 When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool
 With women who've been abused
 So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude
 One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed
 Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel
 Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws
 Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused
 I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude
 Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man
 Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can
 I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan
 You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span
 I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick
 Was stressed out over cash flow
 Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes
 Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops
 Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots
 Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox
 I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's
 If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there
 Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare
 As a kid I had to steal breakfast
 And now the best question you have to ask me, "Is this a real necklace?"
 "Where's your beat from Dre?" "Your feature from Cube?"
 These things leave people confused
 Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs
 I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes
 Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress
 Waiting on Detox to save the West
 Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope
 Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope
 Move on