Motions
I don't need no gun to blow your brains out
Addicted to my rhymes
Now you smoking on my brains, now
Flow is illegal
You might right just call the feds now
Straight up with my motions
And I know you 'bout to vibe now
Straight up with my motions
What I do is spit the truth
I don't deal with fakes
Give me space, don't get close
First thing in the morning on my knees and
Pray to God
Still connected to my Lord
It's a must, it's not an option
Pac left me the juice, let you squeeze, I know you vibin'
Had to be on top
Hit the score
Hit the hundred
Never been on dope, that's the truth in case you doubt it
I don't need no drugs to be cool
Or for performing
I see you being flashy
With your pictures and your ass out
Only for the clout, leave the spot, can't be besides ya
Bussin' on my telly
You gon' wish to have my baby
'Cause I just got famous
What a shame, that's what you're into?
Hope to get the plays and the fans to my new product
Cali cartel with the bars outsell Escobar
Ni uku gafatwa, ntuzagire ngo ni lenge
(Okay, Okay)
Your vision is just blurred with the smoke that
you releasin'
Messin' up my ear with these drums that
you been playin'
Please give me something to
Refer to when I'm reflectin'
Joggin' on this beat, super fit, I got no equal
(Straight up from my motions, what I do is speak the truth)
I don't deal with fakes
Give me space, don't get close
First thing in the morning on my knees and pray to God
Still connected to my Lord
It's a must, it's not an option
(Hop up on the stage to perform, no introduction)
Pull up to her crib, open doors and chase her boyfriend
That'll be the lux when I finally get famous
Finessin' with the mic
Getting features with the legends
Laced up my shoes
You'll never catch me slippin'
Connected all the dots
I been chillin' with the smartest
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Gotta be the vibe
Won't you turn up all your speakers
Important is the dream and the vision you been chasing
I feel a lot of pressure
It's like a ruffle to my stomach
I keep the homies close
So my circle is getting thicker
I keep the homies close
So my circle is getting thicker
(Whoo, Whoo)
Addicted to my rhymes
Now you smoking on my brains, now
Flow is illegal
You might right just call the feds now
Straight up with my motions
And I know you 'bout to vibe now
Straight up with my motions
What I do is spit the truth
I don't deal with fakes
Give me space, don't get close
First thing in the morning on my knees and
Pray to God
Still connected to my Lord
It's a must, it's not an option
Pac left me the juice, let you squeeze, I know you vibin'
Had to be on top
Hit the score
Hit the hundred
Never been on dope, that's the truth in case you doubt it
I don't need no drugs to be cool
Or for performing
I see you being flashy
With your pictures and your ass out
Only for the clout, leave the spot, can't be besides ya
Bussin' on my telly
You gon' wish to have my baby
'Cause I just got famous
What a shame, that's what you're into?
Hope to get the plays and the fans to my new product
Cali cartel with the bars outsell Escobar
Ni uku gafatwa, ntuzagire ngo ni lenge
(Okay, Okay)
Your vision is just blurred with the smoke that
you releasin'
Messin' up my ear with these drums that
you been playin'
Please give me something to
Refer to when I'm reflectin'
Joggin' on this beat, super fit, I got no equal
(Straight up from my motions, what I do is speak the truth)
I don't deal with fakes
Give me space, don't get close
First thing in the morning on my knees and pray to God
Still connected to my Lord
It's a must, it's not an option
(Hop up on the stage to perform, no introduction)
Pull up to her crib, open doors and chase her boyfriend
That'll be the lux when I finally get famous
Finessin' with the mic
Getting features with the legends
Laced up my shoes
You'll never catch me slippin'
Connected all the dots
I been chillin' with the smartest
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Gotta be the vibe
Won't you turn up all your speakers
Important is the dream and the vision you been chasing
I feel a lot of pressure
It's like a ruffle to my stomach
I keep the homies close
So my circle is getting thicker
I keep the homies close
So my circle is getting thicker
(Whoo, Whoo)
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Kabaka
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