Motion Picture Soundtrack
J. Wesley Haynes Trio Lyrics

Middle finger the world move like we made niggas
Every time we pull up we make motion pictures
Pop the cork on them bottles and I'ma toast with ya
We make it to spend it we can't take it with us
All these flows and bars
Merely my memoirs
On love lost
An idolizing the drug czars
God's grace survived my own street wars
Made my way touch road with limited detours Still tap bottles and spill liquor for who we lost
Back on course
To ball off
Come with cost
Aiming at rich forever
Living in the moment
The strategy go and get it you your only opponent
Your team stood tall now yall made it bonus
Some niggas is Clyde
Glide by
Some Sabonis
Arvydas
Play Artie Clay, and you get sprayed
Fat while we starved
What we did
We evolved
Tattoos on battle scars
Real niggas that beat the odds
If you never showed ya hand can't nobody pull ya card
Giving you game for nothing
When the work was fronted
99 problems still shorted a hundred
Used to ride around blunted
Pocket full of nothing
Had a bird's eye view of my future I seen it coming
Pistol by stomach
This gangsta shit you love it
Nah the moves we on we really just corporate thugging
All smiles at the revenue meetings no mean mugging
An every time I move up the ladder my team coming
Put half in the floor we make a flip with the rest
Toss some to ya lady so the women aint stressed
Yeah
She said she was born with it no Maybelline
Then invited me to play beneath her navel ring
So I anchored then dove deep like a naval thing
Both submerged in each other we getting lost now
Wake up watching documentaries about the Rothschild's
Rock boats
Count of fed reserve notes
And she just be chilling not worried if I smoke
And she never got her hand out I know she not broke
And that's dope
So arigato
And we play race to pay everywhere go
Told me take it slow
Don't hurt yourself pq po
Know I'm the underboss
J Davon Capo
Whole team came up
Navigating potholes
I was building with this Nubian thing
From New Jerusalem
She commended my growth
I was a hoodlum
That was the old me
JQ was my pseudonym
Shot gun Remington
Reformed hooligan
May be or
May be not things
That I would do again
I said I'm only getting better she said well do it then
Middle finger the world move like we made niggas
Every time we pull up we make motion pictures
Pop the cork on them bottles and I'ma toast with you
We make it to spend it we can't take it with us