Motives
Oh I'm feeling nonchalant
Must've thought that I forgot
I'm focused just on what I got
Bout to turn it up a notch
Gotta respect the janitor
Just like you do the boss
Who keep this thing locked?
And just guess who got the keys?
Look I'm coming for the spot
Bad intentions from the rip
This is how it gonna get
When you tired of the shit
When you wanna flip a brick
Big bad wolf, can I hit a lick
Ain't no red riding in the hood, shit
I just need a quick mil'
And u lookin' like a pig
Huff, Puff, Puff
I will blow the house down
Inhaling nothing but the smoke
Just to deal wit my all of my inner demons
Women Deacons preaching
In the winter seasons tryna reach him, hoping they redeem him
People love to paint him like he really just the bad guy for the smallest reasons
But unless they know notice his Achilles heel
There's just no way that they could just defeat him
Niggas acting like they made me
Look West side made me
Same side that raised me
Germantown rearranged me
Upper Darby was the sane me
North Side was the paid me
South West made me crazy
Port Richmond that's what changed me
I wanna spit it like Shady
Want the money like Jay-Z
Produce it like D-R-E
Rapped it, sung it, wrote it, made the beat, recorded it, mixed it, that's all me
So anybody tryna throw some pepper on my steak must be feelin' salty
Bad intent, bad intentions
Fears I know I gotta face them
Coming live from the underground
I record it in my basement
Which is why I know you hate this
Music always been sacred
Y'all don't wanna see me make it
You'll be happy wit me at the basics
That's why I'm coming wit the sweetest revenge
Everybody gonna taste this
Fuck ya message
Fuck ya friendship
Fuck you and you and y'all investments
Fuck ya Life and Fuck ya Job
Fuck ya hair, make up, clothing line
I probably fucked ya girl, so fuck ya girl
And fuck ya mom
I would say fuck ya dad
But he don't love you
So At least we agree on that
Look a youngin' feeling Harsh
Regardless i'mma play my part
But niggas couldn't wait or me to dry up
All these thirsty niggas parched
I'mma Taurus so of course that
I would hit the bulls eye playing darts
Meaning everything I do is executed
Watch me do it from the start
Aye
Start to finish, Then replenish
Aye
If I'm in it, Then I get it
Aye
Depression plus my Anxiety got me feeling vengeful
Oh the devil's winning
Unh
Shit is sickening 'cuz I'm twisted
Unh
Niggas tryna make a fuckin' threat
Like I don't know where you and ya fam' live
And if you Madden by it, I'll truck you wit the hit-stick
Must've thought that I forgot
I'm focused just on what I got
Bout to turn it up a notch
Gotta respect the janitor
Just like you do the boss
Who keep this thing locked?
And just guess who got the keys?
Look I'm coming for the spot
Bad intentions from the rip
This is how it gonna get
When you tired of the shit
When you wanna flip a brick
Big bad wolf, can I hit a lick
Ain't no red riding in the hood, shit
I just need a quick mil'
And u lookin' like a pig
Huff, Puff, Puff
I will blow the house down
Inhaling nothing but the smoke
Just to deal wit my all of my inner demons
Women Deacons preaching
In the winter seasons tryna reach him, hoping they redeem him
People love to paint him like he really just the bad guy for the smallest reasons
But unless they know notice his Achilles heel
There's just no way that they could just defeat him
Niggas acting like they made me
Look West side made me
Same side that raised me
Germantown rearranged me
Upper Darby was the sane me
North Side was the paid me
South West made me crazy
Port Richmond that's what changed me
I wanna spit it like Shady
Want the money like Jay-Z
Produce it like D-R-E
Rapped it, sung it, wrote it, made the beat, recorded it, mixed it, that's all me
So anybody tryna throw some pepper on my steak must be feelin' salty
Bad intent, bad intentions
Fears I know I gotta face them
Coming live from the underground
I record it in my basement
Which is why I know you hate this
Music always been sacred
Y'all don't wanna see me make it
You'll be happy wit me at the basics
That's why I'm coming wit the sweetest revenge
Everybody gonna taste this
Fuck ya message
Fuck ya friendship
Fuck you and you and y'all investments
Fuck ya Life and Fuck ya Job
Fuck ya hair, make up, clothing line
I probably fucked ya girl, so fuck ya girl
And fuck ya mom
I would say fuck ya dad
But he don't love you
So At least we agree on that
Look a youngin' feeling Harsh
Regardless i'mma play my part
But niggas couldn't wait or me to dry up
All these thirsty niggas parched
I'mma Taurus so of course that
I would hit the bulls eye playing darts
Meaning everything I do is executed
Watch me do it from the start
Aye
Start to finish, Then replenish
Aye
If I'm in it, Then I get it
Aye
Depression plus my Anxiety got me feeling vengeful
Oh the devil's winning
Unh
Shit is sickening 'cuz I'm twisted
Unh
Niggas tryna make a fuckin' threat
Like I don't know where you and ya fam' live
And if you Madden by it, I'll truck you wit the hit-stick
Credits
Writer(s): James Laity
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