Motivation
(专辑: Life B4 Fame - 2018)
Only reason why I
went on that lick 'cause I
got tired of hustling Mama couldn't pay the
bills and I
know she tired of struggling Ever since I
was lil one I
ain't had nothing Walk a
mile in my shoes, you'll see that I
ain't fronting I
know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I
grind for it Distance myself from that fake shit, I
ain't got time for it No, no, I
ain't got time for it, no no-oh-oh Tryna stack my money tall like them twin towers On your block I
make it rain, that's a
bullet shower I
want money and respect, nigga, fuck the
power Hundred shooters coming silent, that's a
hundred vowels Tryna get money, nigga, fuck these bitches In my own lane, yeah I'm on my road to riches I
just fuck then I
duck 'em, I
don't love these bitches Gave her my heart, she fucked that up, so I
don't trust these bitches Plenty times in that cell, I
caught a
couple cases First day out, no wasting time, I
went back to them basics I'm chasing dead faces, I'm feeling be-traited I
finally made it, them niggas they hating The
fact, damn my name was ringing bells Locked up in the
cell, ain't nobody on me pay my bail Deep off in that water, I
was swimming just like Michael Phelps Lost my nigga Quaffy, I
swear you ain't know how it felt Only reason why I
went on that lick 'cause I
got tired of hustling Mama couldn't pay the
bills and I
know she tired of struggling Ever since I
was lil one I
ain't had nothing Walk a
mile in my shoes, you'll see that I
ain't fronting I
know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I
grind for it Distance myself from that fake shit, I
ain't got time for it No, no, I
ain't got time for it, no no-oh-oh I
know Lil Lick he gon' kill for me And I
know that Rufus go hard for me I
know that Pac gon' send shots for me Do drive-bys out all of them cars for me OZ'll take out his heart for me Kenny did time in that yard for me It's a
lot of shit Flash taught to me It's a
lot of shit Flash taught to me If it's pressure with them niggas we gon' gun 'em down When it's beef bitch we creep, we gon' run you down My favorite alphabet that K, it shoot a
hundred rounds Boom at the
blood to cross the
mouth about a
hundred pounds Potato on the
barrel, swear that it won't make a
sound And we ain't squashing shit, you know I'll lay you down Leave 'em in the
lost and found, I'm the
sickest in my town It get wicked in my town, so you better not play around And you know we be on that gang shit Disrespect that gang, swear to God you'll get your brain split, yeah RIP Quaffy three times My niggas they with it, we just buried about three nines Only reason why I
went on that lick 'cause I
got tired of hustling Mama couldn't pay the
bills and I
know she tired of struggling Ever since I
was lil one I
ain't had nothing Walk a
mile in my shoes, you'll see that I
ain't fronting I
know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I
grind for it Distance myself from that fake shit, I
ain't got time for it No, no, I
ain't got time for it, no no-oh-oh