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Motivational Pain

 

Motivational Pain


I'm rocking drip, never plain
I'm 'Mr. Put it On, you 'Mr. Put on the Same'
Look at my teeth, not a stain
I would be dumb to go drop a check with Johnny Dang
My motivation is pain, believe I ain't lying when I say I'm walking through rain
Felt like giving up on the game, 'til I looked back and I seen just how far I done came
Streets getting hotter, my heart getting cold
Be careful lil nigga, yo bros ain't yo bros
Focus on money, that drama get old
Most of the niggas who gossip been broke

They still don't know 'bout the shit I ain't told
And the shit I'm thinking when I blow
Eternally, I did my thing and they turned to me
It ain't no nigga concerning me, or who in front of me
These niggas wannabes, I put 'em under me
Sting like a bumblebee, float like I'm Ali
Nights at the [?], I keep a slut with me
She sucking dick then I beat up her body
Thot, I'm tryna count up them racks in Bugattis
I hit bro for ash and he hit back like copy
Take of his cap, we gon treat him like [?]
Niggas got me in go mode
If he never pop out get his bro gone
On that block like a nigga had no home
Made the bitch give me head 'til her dome gone
My heart been stuck on ice feel like Frozone
Told the bitch eat me up like some Cold Stone
And they know we throwing bullets so go long
Well connected with that trap, I got four phones
I get times where I just feel like my hoe gone
[?] that Glock on my lap, they know that I'm never gon lack
He tried blowing back, I just got stuck in my bag
I'm tryna go run up a bag, addicted like crack
I got this bitch tryna use me she say she want Louie
Hell no you can't get you no bags
No you can't get in my bag, hell yeah that's my bag
But I don't put hoes before cash

I'm rocking drip, never plain
I'm 'Mr. Put it On, you 'Mr. Put on the Same'
Look at my teeth, not a stain
I would be dumb to go drop a check with Johnny Dang
My motivation is pain, believe I ain't lying when I say I'm walking through rain
Felt like giving up on the game, 'til I looked back and I seen just how far I done came
Streets getting hotter, my heart getting cold
Be careful lil nigga, yo bros ain't yo bros
Focus on money, that drama get old
Most of the niggas who gossip been broke

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