Motivation

Aaaaaaaaah
What ya doing?
You ain't gonna work, don't you?
Get the fuck off!

Gotta keep your math or your mother fuck your grades, man
The fuck is it with you?
What is it with you and smiling?

I was trying to (it's the 20th, man)
Get the fuck off
Slow feet no eat
A fellow on the beach (a fellow on the beach)

I gotta hustle
Gotta get up, out that bed
I'm all about them bitches till they always on my head

I see my brother and that BP
Now he dead
You ain't heard of me
I was still gonna remember what you said

But my fault though
Get so many tragedies
Clitter what goes once I'm doing

And no time at me, nah-uh, nah-uh
It ain't no time at me (no?)
Yeah (fellow on the beach)

Shout out to my OJ
She writes the songs, nigga
I'm thinking hosts that says
I feel like getting closer, nigga

I look at nigga's life
Poor lord ride, nigga
'Cause that's motivation, yeah
(What else?)

Time to get this check full
Bring no hesitation (never)
Lord, give me this straight
I'm tryna be a better man

Shine a light on my path 'cause you know my plan
'Cause nigga's don't scare me
'Cause I never ran

Nigga's bitches that's why they don't fight them (never)
But it's cool 'cause they drum around
That bitch gonna make a sound (aaargh)
Instead they don't have bitness
'Cause I'm a man, nigga

You don't like how I input what you say, nigga (bitch)
Being a crop of crib
To a car garage
Yeah, I'm tryna live (yeah)

But not on hustle, nigga
They taught me, be humble
Never be cocky
That's how the haters watch me
Yeah

I gotta hustle
Gotta get up, out that bed
I'm all about them bitches till they always on my head

I see my brother and that BP
Now he dead
You ain't heard of me
I was still gonna remember what you said

But my fault though
Get so many tragedies
Clitter what goes once I'm doing

And no time at me, nah-nah
It ain't no time at me
A fellow on the beach

Pops told me get some money
You going make it through
Do good and they'll do other damn do good to you (I love you, pops)

I told them after streets on go buy bag of pretzels
Too many greedy hands
Everybody wanna hand out (greedy hands)

I slave on nine to five
Two days off
Say what you want 'cause I'm on my feet

I'mma teach my son get it the right way
Make the wrong move
Now you people gotta pray (haha)

I just wanna live to see a better day
Use my motivation and find some better pay
I'mma stay black till the haters like em sleevy

Don't get who what they talk
You nigga's blood niggy (real?)
Nah-uh

Don't care who what they talk
You nigga's beneath me
Haha

I gotta hustle
Gotta get up, out that bed
I'm all about them bitches till they always on my head

I see my brother and that BP
Now he dead
You ain't heard of me
I was still gonna remember what you said

But my fault though
Get so many tragedies
Clitter what goes once I'm doing

And no time at me, nah-uh, nah-uh
It ain't no time at me