The Motion (4:05 PM)
One wheel in front of the other, forward motion
Woodgrain still grippin, front wheel motion
Movin in silence, money on the wild end
Money keep pilin, keep pullin all them tithes in
Stylin, methods on violent, got my miles in
Childish, on my gambino, time flyin
Minutes to steppin with the hungry hand, no seconds in
Cuttin up these dividends; no division
Precision with the scope got they soul on paranoid
Shots keep flyin as if to fill the void
They tryna gas me up, but aint fixed they solenoids
Blown head gaskets, on north, you feel this voice?
No options on the whip, do you got a choice?
Ski mask on yo ass, get robbed, dare you poised?
To be somethin that you aint
Bullets sounds round the 405, you feelin faint
I just cant
Be that nigga playin simp, i just cant
I refuse
Just to be workin for bull
I recuse
Myself
From this game i wont complain
I just aim
For the top spot that i can never reach
Never be lame; candy paint chameleon change
Never be the same; this is the vision i obtained
Been watchin the rain runnin thru this window pane
Cant believe its been 20 years against this grain
Beast up out the cage, you keep callin me strange
Do you even know my journey, do you know my pain
Never; been clever too long just to enjoy this
Didnt even take the time to roll up and smoke this
Let me sit in my bliss; efficiency really grows when i blow this
Through ya earlobes from these speakers you enjoy this
Yo, dont get it twisted, i been really livin
In a zone, where i feel so comfortable with my chrome
Check ya tone, whenever you step up in my home
Me myself and i dont really play that bro
Check yaself folk
I am not the bozo with the jokes
I am the bozo with the snub nosed
Tears of a clown I adjust with the climate
Readjust myself with this crime rate
Ugh, I'm in my own lane, my own lane, no jealousy in me
Check yaself when you step up to my energy... I'm gone
One wheel in front of the other, forward motion
Woodgrain still grippin, front wheel motion
Movin in silence, money on the wild end
Money keep pilin, keep pullin all them tithes in
Woodgrain still grippin, front wheel motion
Movin in silence, money on the wild end
Money keep pilin, keep pullin all them tithes in
Stylin, methods on violent, got my miles in
Childish, on my gambino, time flyin
Minutes to steppin with the hungry hand, no seconds in
Cuttin up these dividends; no division
Precision with the scope got they soul on paranoid
Shots keep flyin as if to fill the void
They tryna gas me up, but aint fixed they solenoids
Blown head gaskets, on north, you feel this voice?
No options on the whip, do you got a choice?
Ski mask on yo ass, get robbed, dare you poised?
To be somethin that you aint
Bullets sounds round the 405, you feelin faint
I just cant
Be that nigga playin simp, i just cant
I refuse
Just to be workin for bull
I recuse
Myself
From this game i wont complain
I just aim
For the top spot that i can never reach
Never be lame; candy paint chameleon change
Never be the same; this is the vision i obtained
Been watchin the rain runnin thru this window pane
Cant believe its been 20 years against this grain
Beast up out the cage, you keep callin me strange
Do you even know my journey, do you know my pain
Never; been clever too long just to enjoy this
Didnt even take the time to roll up and smoke this
Let me sit in my bliss; efficiency really grows when i blow this
Through ya earlobes from these speakers you enjoy this
Yo, dont get it twisted, i been really livin
In a zone, where i feel so comfortable with my chrome
Check ya tone, whenever you step up in my home
Me myself and i dont really play that bro
Check yaself folk
I am not the bozo with the jokes
I am the bozo with the snub nosed
Tears of a clown I adjust with the climate
Readjust myself with this crime rate
Ugh, I'm in my own lane, my own lane, no jealousy in me
Check yaself when you step up to my energy... I'm gone
One wheel in front of the other, forward motion
Woodgrain still grippin, front wheel motion
Movin in silence, money on the wild end
Money keep pilin, keep pullin all them tithes in
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Writer(s): Tafadzwa Dandajena
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