Motivation
Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation
They misdirect and list connect, there's no relation,
I've got as many inches as he's got day's (nine)
People tryna get out the gutter so they sign
I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest
The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast
You think that's a joke? She want me coz I aint broke
Don't be surprised if we together and we sniffin' coke
Stop acting like a fake one, coz I know that you're the opps
You be mad jealous coz I'm hittin' all these thots
It ain't my fault you're a clapped piece of shit
I'm just gettin' started so you might wanna sit
Rollin' down the street, smokin' tiva, sippin' on gin and juice
Pull up alongside you so I can introduce
This is your girl and we gon reproduce
So now she can escape your bullshit abuse
I be cruisin' in the whip
Diamonds on me when I drip
Grinding since I was a kid
Slept on me like sedatives
Lethal weapon dressed to kill
Never stressin' over bills
Now your girlfrien' wanna chill
Smoke a blunt and pop a pill
Now Im gon be flexin', finally I found my purpose
Bitch I got the sauce, tryna copy it aint worth it
Gotta watch my 6
Everywhere got people lurking
Rollin' up the indo'
Motivation keeps me working
Pull up in my rolls
Throwin' d's on that bitch
Usin' up that magic like you are a witch
Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills
Gotta use these stacks to pay all these bills
Yeah I'll just make it back, coz who gives a shit
When you're young rich but not famous, it's the way to live
I don't give a shit, tryna keep it real
Now she see me up
Let me fuck
Hit the back
That's the deal
Cut that shit
You cannot afford this
Wack motherfuckers too stupid to enjoy this
If you got a problem, get in line make appointments
Your shit dropped and it flopped just like a koi fish
Oh my god
I make my way through your boulevard
I'm the best when I'm going hard
I do more than rap 40 bars
Gon' be wishin' on a shootin' star
But when ya reach hell
Don't forgot to send a postcard
I be cruisin' in the whip
Diamonds on me when I drip
Grinding since I was a kid
Slept on me like sedatives
Lethal weapon dressed to kill
Never stressin' over bills
Now your girlfrien' wanna chill
Smoke a blunt and pop a pill
Now Im gon be flexin', finally I found my purpose
Bitch I got the sauce, tryna copy it aint worth it
Gotta watch my 6
Everywhere got people lurking
Rollin' up the indo'
Motivation keeps me working
They misdirect and list connect, there's no relation,
I've got as many inches as he's got day's (nine)
People tryna get out the gutter so they sign
I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest
The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast
You think that's a joke? She want me coz I aint broke
Don't be surprised if we together and we sniffin' coke
Stop acting like a fake one, coz I know that you're the opps
You be mad jealous coz I'm hittin' all these thots
It ain't my fault you're a clapped piece of shit
I'm just gettin' started so you might wanna sit
Rollin' down the street, smokin' tiva, sippin' on gin and juice
Pull up alongside you so I can introduce
This is your girl and we gon reproduce
So now she can escape your bullshit abuse
I be cruisin' in the whip
Diamonds on me when I drip
Grinding since I was a kid
Slept on me like sedatives
Lethal weapon dressed to kill
Never stressin' over bills
Now your girlfrien' wanna chill
Smoke a blunt and pop a pill
Now Im gon be flexin', finally I found my purpose
Bitch I got the sauce, tryna copy it aint worth it
Gotta watch my 6
Everywhere got people lurking
Rollin' up the indo'
Motivation keeps me working
Pull up in my rolls
Throwin' d's on that bitch
Usin' up that magic like you are a witch
Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills
Gotta use these stacks to pay all these bills
Yeah I'll just make it back, coz who gives a shit
When you're young rich but not famous, it's the way to live
I don't give a shit, tryna keep it real
Now she see me up
Let me fuck
Hit the back
That's the deal
Cut that shit
You cannot afford this
Wack motherfuckers too stupid to enjoy this
If you got a problem, get in line make appointments
Your shit dropped and it flopped just like a koi fish
Oh my god
I make my way through your boulevard
I'm the best when I'm going hard
I do more than rap 40 bars
Gon' be wishin' on a shootin' star
But when ya reach hell
Don't forgot to send a postcard
I be cruisin' in the whip
Diamonds on me when I drip
Grinding since I was a kid
Slept on me like sedatives
Lethal weapon dressed to kill
Never stressin' over bills
Now your girlfrien' wanna chill
Smoke a blunt and pop a pill
Now Im gon be flexin', finally I found my purpose
Bitch I got the sauce, tryna copy it aint worth it
Gotta watch my 6
Everywhere got people lurking
Rollin' up the indo'
Motivation keeps me working
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