Motivational Purpose Only
Gang in the spot yeah
Gang in the spot yeah
Skii skii
This is motivation
Aint even know they hated
Back against the wall
I had my back against the wall yeah
Even tho they hated
Yeah
Im more than patient had my back against the wall they hated
They motivate me what cant break me thats what really made me
We from the streets they pull out heat them boys they get to skatin
Police brutality still happen fuck them pigs they racist
I had to tap into my self and find my iner deamon
They say they love you that shit cap no they dont really mean it
Ridin round with the top down
Any season
We takin trips they be on dick we hop out lambergini
Gang shit
I love all my niggas that im rollin with
Went from on the block to LLcs a nigga so legit
Enemies wan see a nigga bleed we gotta roll with it
Beef you never know when its
Peace nigga hold this shit
Ask me like where ill be in a couple years
Ion know
I just hope im far from broke
Family eatin Momma close
More time with my fuckin kids
Brand new house picket fence
Fast cars expensive shit
Bad broads and businesses
We ease the pain with icey rollies callem trophies
Aint been up on that block in so long act like they dont know me
But they still gone put a smile in my face i act like we homies
I know it killem softly tryn reach 40 before 40
I manifested weather we get it slowly but surely
I always give em 100 so i cant let niggas short me
And hustle only thing that we know and off the pain we grow
To see my team shinin like the migos
Im on some different shit
Never let em take you out yo element
Cause they gone ask for handouts when you sellin it
But cop from someone else that they was never with
That shit ill never get
And they gone change the story if they tellin it
And they gone be like
Oh he got the juice again
They gone bring a cup around
Read em like a magazine he gone issue every round
Waitin till that day i move my family outta state
And my niggas know the real so ion care who think its fake
Touch a mill before my momma need some flowers on her grave
I was on my job and i aint have no time to come in late
Aint got no option for a break
Think he popular they pullup pistol poppin out the gate
Pop him in his face
Nother nigga dead and gone
Yellow tape
Murder she wrote read his wrongs sign a date
And they know im great got more food up on my plate
And its Maestro's for the steak
I said
Flawless
Untill all them pieces started fallin
I told my niggas we be alrightt
Its too soon to have to cash out onna coffin
And i could hear the reaper callin
But we outside
Till the mornin
With them steppers they dont dance but they go all in
I built my empire till it all falls down
And i know that time heals all
And time is money aint got time to switch up the dial
Dont say you love me stab my back when i turn around
They pull them triggers with no target and shoot up the crowd
Bullets enter exit out
Oh i know you heard me now
And i was too lit off them drugs dont take no perkys now
Cause ion think you really know how im feeling
And ion think you really know
Eyes closed sleep i hear no sound
Into deep i cant slow down
I know they gone pick like miney mo
I was taught to get it on my own
Get it on my own
So i had to get it on my own
Gang in the spot yeah
Skii skii
This is motivation
Aint even know they hated
Back against the wall
I had my back against the wall yeah
Even tho they hated
Yeah
Im more than patient had my back against the wall they hated
They motivate me what cant break me thats what really made me
We from the streets they pull out heat them boys they get to skatin
Police brutality still happen fuck them pigs they racist
I had to tap into my self and find my iner deamon
They say they love you that shit cap no they dont really mean it
Ridin round with the top down
Any season
We takin trips they be on dick we hop out lambergini
Gang shit
I love all my niggas that im rollin with
Went from on the block to LLcs a nigga so legit
Enemies wan see a nigga bleed we gotta roll with it
Beef you never know when its
Peace nigga hold this shit
Ask me like where ill be in a couple years
Ion know
I just hope im far from broke
Family eatin Momma close
More time with my fuckin kids
Brand new house picket fence
Fast cars expensive shit
Bad broads and businesses
We ease the pain with icey rollies callem trophies
Aint been up on that block in so long act like they dont know me
But they still gone put a smile in my face i act like we homies
I know it killem softly tryn reach 40 before 40
I manifested weather we get it slowly but surely
I always give em 100 so i cant let niggas short me
And hustle only thing that we know and off the pain we grow
To see my team shinin like the migos
Im on some different shit
Never let em take you out yo element
Cause they gone ask for handouts when you sellin it
But cop from someone else that they was never with
That shit ill never get
And they gone change the story if they tellin it
And they gone be like
Oh he got the juice again
They gone bring a cup around
Read em like a magazine he gone issue every round
Waitin till that day i move my family outta state
And my niggas know the real so ion care who think its fake
Touch a mill before my momma need some flowers on her grave
I was on my job and i aint have no time to come in late
Aint got no option for a break
Think he popular they pullup pistol poppin out the gate
Pop him in his face
Nother nigga dead and gone
Yellow tape
Murder she wrote read his wrongs sign a date
And they know im great got more food up on my plate
And its Maestro's for the steak
I said
Flawless
Untill all them pieces started fallin
I told my niggas we be alrightt
Its too soon to have to cash out onna coffin
And i could hear the reaper callin
But we outside
Till the mornin
With them steppers they dont dance but they go all in
I built my empire till it all falls down
And i know that time heals all
And time is money aint got time to switch up the dial
Dont say you love me stab my back when i turn around
They pull them triggers with no target and shoot up the crowd
Bullets enter exit out
Oh i know you heard me now
And i was too lit off them drugs dont take no perkys now
Cause ion think you really know how im feeling
And ion think you really know
Eyes closed sleep i hear no sound
Into deep i cant slow down
I know they gone pick like miney mo
I was taught to get it on my own
Get it on my own
So i had to get it on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Tareq Walker
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