Perpetual Motion
All this money on the bed, momma asking, do you rob niggas
Like she ain't know she raised a real hustler and a dog nigga
I ain't robbin shit, I get it in and get it gone nigga
Way too smart to talk on phones nigga
Call me on a facetime if you need it, phones leave a trace
Finna pull her hair when I smash, I don't like a lace
Keep gloves and a mask, I don't like a trace
Better think twice before you reach for your waist
Better think twice, if you don't there go your face
I been stacking up my money, like I'm tryna run a bank
Smelt the weed twice, gotta make sure it stank
been getting off my product, like I just opened Cane's
Still I'm getting to the chicken
Don't be out here claiming that you did when you didn't
Lie once, I won't listen
Present me with the facts, or wrap it up like a ribbon
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Looked me in my eyes said I was changing, I asked how
She said it's something dark about you now, more than a cloud
I admit a nigga changing, feel my life spun around
But I'm still that same nigga thugging with them rounds
I'll let that bitch off
If I feel I'm giving too much effort to her, let the bitch walk
I'll let my stick talk
I ain't really with the small talk, nigga what that shit cost
Rick Ross, how it got him backing up and coughing
Give his family gold roses, put him in a coffin
Shit blocked, tried to shoot his shot, it ain't go in
Just to hit my bottom bitch, you gotta have some motion
Just to live the life I live, can't show no emotion
Told myself to suit up, step for this promotion
Salesman of the year, get this shit off with devotion
Can't take any client, they well chosen
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Like she ain't know she raised a real hustler and a dog nigga
I ain't robbin shit, I get it in and get it gone nigga
Way too smart to talk on phones nigga
Call me on a facetime if you need it, phones leave a trace
Finna pull her hair when I smash, I don't like a lace
Keep gloves and a mask, I don't like a trace
Better think twice before you reach for your waist
Better think twice, if you don't there go your face
I been stacking up my money, like I'm tryna run a bank
Smelt the weed twice, gotta make sure it stank
been getting off my product, like I just opened Cane's
Still I'm getting to the chicken
Don't be out here claiming that you did when you didn't
Lie once, I won't listen
Present me with the facts, or wrap it up like a ribbon
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Looked me in my eyes said I was changing, I asked how
She said it's something dark about you now, more than a cloud
I admit a nigga changing, feel my life spun around
But I'm still that same nigga thugging with them rounds
I'll let that bitch off
If I feel I'm giving too much effort to her, let the bitch walk
I'll let my stick talk
I ain't really with the small talk, nigga what that shit cost
Rick Ross, how it got him backing up and coughing
Give his family gold roses, put him in a coffin
Shit blocked, tried to shoot his shot, it ain't go in
Just to hit my bottom bitch, you gotta have some motion
Just to live the life I live, can't show no emotion
Told myself to suit up, step for this promotion
Salesman of the year, get this shit off with devotion
Can't take any client, they well chosen
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Laugh with many but don't trust any, how I was taught
Eyes full of water, not a single teardrop
Start with many now don't got any, for life I thought
Been dead for a while, that's why my shit hot
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Bellow
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