Motivation

Yung Lan on the track Uh (I got codeine in my bottle) Pharaoh, why you have to do it to 'em? Quando Rondo, n*gga Hunnid bands for a Kilo, n*gga Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin' Mama couldn't pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin' Ever since I was lil one, I ain't had nothin' Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin' I know one day I'm gon' make it 'cause I grind for it Distance myself from that fake sh*t, 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, n*gga, f*ck the power Hundred shooters comin' silent, that's a hundred vowels Tryna get money, n*gga, f*ck these b*tches In my own lane, yeah, I'm on my road to riches I just f*ck 'em, then I duck 'em, I don't love these b*tches Gave her my heart, she f*cked that up, so I don't trust these b*tches 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 n*ggas they hatin' The fact, damn my name was ringin' bells Locked up in that cell, ain't nobody on me pay my bail Deep off in that water, I was swimmin' just like Michael Phelps Lost my n*gga Quahfee, I swear you ain't know how it felt Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin' Mama couldn't pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin' Ever since I was lil one, I ain't had nothin' Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin' I know one day I'm gon' make it 'cause I grind for it Distance myself from that fake sh*t, I ain't got time for it No, no, I ain't got time for it, no no-oh-oh I know lil' Leaky 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 sh*t Flash taught to me It's a lot of sh*t Flash taught to me If it's pressure with them n*ggas, we gon' gun 'em down When it's beef, b*tch, 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t Disrespect that gang, swear to God you'll get your brain split, yeah R.I.P. Quahfee three times My n*ggas they with it, we just buried about three nines Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin' Mama couldn't pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin' Ever since I was lil one, I ain't had nothin' Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin' I know one day I'm gon' make it 'cause I grind for it Distance myself from that fake sh*t, I ain't got time for it No, no, I ain't got time for it, no no-oh-oh