Everytime i feel this shit, im motivated
Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now, i hope we make it
But everytime them prophets fly, im motivated
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I cant do nothin but frown
Feelin my belly and dont come around
Had to be pushin that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin a bitch
Not to popular now you know youre the shit
Fuckin with reala
That know youre legit
Pushin that shit that you shoot in your wrist
Had ot be down about makin my grip
Pumpin the beat
Hopin the needle wont skip
Nukin a dinner while flippin the script
Niggas still trippin still runnin they lip
Now they just comin in larger amounts
Then i stack them in my bank account
This is for half of your ass watch it bounce
Motivation for my power and clout
20 years old
Ridin in a 80,000 dollar viper
Better watch out for the snipers
They be bumpin our tapes
But they really dont like us
Why must some local bustas try to dis me
When they dont even know me
Not knowin ill run up on they ass
With a motherfuckin mac
Kill em all off slowly
Im tryin to keep my cool, keep my cool
Cause i got plenty to lose
My fuckin surroundings be another nigga singin the blues
So how i keeps myself on top of things and motivate
I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin
For you motherfuckin niggas
For you motherfuckin hoes
Stayin real as ca be
On my fuckin ten toes
Never be the one to fall
Im rising oh so quickly
I know you hate me
But im gon stay motivated
This crazy lady
Dont give a fuck bout what you say
It dont mean shit
Maybe cause im stackin cheese
And you aint stackin nothin but dicks
Including you niggas too
You be ridin on dicks
I know you do
Im stayin on top of my game
Ill be number one so nigga fuck you
This music game is gonna drive me insane
Its all about figures
Cause when youre dealin with heavy stakes
Somethin gon brake or get injured
Niggas talkin bout paying dues
I got the bruises to prove it
Did everything a nigga could do
To make it in the game of rap music
But still everytime i try to make a move some mothefuckers always
Gotta doubt
And then them very same niggas dont know what the fuck they talkin
Bout
Keepin the faith up on my plate
Was the reflection of my face
Sayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace
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