Motivation

Only reason 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 a 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

Distant myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it

No, no, I ain't got time for it, oh no

Tryna stack my money tall like the Twin Towers

On your block, gotta make it rain, that's a bullet shower

I want money and respect, ****, fuck the power

Hundred shooters got me silent, that's a hundred vowels

Try-try-tryna get money, ****, for these bitches

In my own lane, yeah, I'm on my road to riches

I just fuck 'em, 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 got a couple cases

First day out, no wastin' time, I went back to them basics

I'm chasin' dead faces, I'm feelin' betrayed-ed

I finally made it, them ****, they hate it

The fact that 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 **** quaffy, I swear you ain't know I feel

Only reason 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 a 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

Distant myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it

No, no, I ain't got time for it, oh no

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 dem 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 there's pressure with them ****, we gon' gun 'em down

When there's beef, bitch, we creep, we gon' run you down

My favorite alphabet, that K, it shoot a hundred rounds

Boom at the blood that 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 why I 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

And my ****, they with it, we just buried about three nines

Only reason 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 a 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

Distant myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it

No, no, I ain't got time for it, oh no