The motive

[Intro]
All i can do is me
I gotta get this money n*gga

[Hook]
All I do is kill these n*ggas as often no condolence
If it ain't about no paper then I don't condone it
I'm just stacking I've been distancing my homies on it they be like
He gon' be rich and gon' before we know it
b*tches, money over everything you know the motives b*tches, money over everything you know the motives
Run the train on the paper like a locomotive
They be like he gon' be rich and gon' before we know it

[Verse 1]
Never thought that I would make it looking at where I came
n*ggas prolly wanna see me dead because of my fame
Roll up on you n*ggas on a corner like a dice game
And I bought a couple choppers I'm a one man bike gang
Could you wonder why I'm hella shady hide my name
Everybody wanna come and just slice my cake
She be hella drippy to me like tie dye days
All you motherf*ckers dead to me like My
Space
Work with you when I was hungry now I'm eating wide weight people put in life and talk about me cause of my way
Didn't have a home and I was roaming down the highways
Sleeping in the studio when I made my way
You don't know the type of sh*t that I faced
Before got those who get the f*ck up outta my face
n*ggas wasn't with it moving now they tryna migrate
n*ggas hella irritating now I gotta migraine
I can't keep up my composure
Pop the quap up out the hoes so then I pop it
Now would someone dance on my game
But I'd rather put it on a track like a fine dame
I was hella broke and now I'm not up in your price range
And I got a bunch of killer sh*t in my brain
Sitting in the house and I ain't been nowhere in five days
Just got off a tour and my baby mama tripping
I be thinking I need some different I'll be sickening in my dream
Gotta a n*gga looking in the mirror like have I changed
But you know my heat whenever I break
Stacking money for my son not for my sake
Kill gon' have a n*gga back at five gain that's why I say

[Hook]
All I do is kill these n*ggas as often no condolence
If it ain't about no paper then I don't condone it
I'm just stacking I've been distancing my homies on it they be like
He gon' be rich and gon' before we know it
b*tches, money over everything you know the motives
b*tches, money over everything you know the motives
Run the train on the paper like a locomotive
They be like he gon' be rich and gon' before we know it

[Verse 2]
Been sick my only image and I'm rolling with it
Like my pistol flashing on ya b*tch I'm photogenic
Don't give a f*ck about the world I want the solar system
And I got a licence to kill like I motivate them
Wonder why myself be cool like been and sold the women
Speaking of him he don't love em let the homie hit it
Lying to me like you love me never hoe forget it
Wanted rich no in vogue never gonna get it
Now I'm ripping sicker than me I'm accomplished
Me, myself and Iso why nobody wanna visit
Now were putting on the n*gga said he knew me no he didn't
Ya'll can bear witness like the ranger saying yogi did it
I was suicidal when you rapping you be only kidding
Made it by my lonely give a f*ck about a co-dependent
Feeling like I'm in this or I'm low dog bro man that's how I kick sh*t like a little box with rowdy kittens
This that sh*t that
Make a n*gga wanna get a big fat zip bag now I'm riding rolling hit it lit that hit that
Still get like well Smokey did it
Sit back sip that
Now I'm in my zone my n*ggas
Shotty pop a n*gga make him lean like it's coded in me
She'll go down with n*ggas on ya block a whole 40 minutes
Bet you I can get ya b*tch and f*ck it give me your position
Hoes ain't loyal who said it might shorty did it
Killing time dinner time
Watch her put a fork up in it
Did your wine break around
Top up on my horny b*tches
Spitting time get in line I've been on the road with twisted
Listen I'm sick of my mental wash should go and get it
Making money with the music I be flowing n*ggas
I've been on the web singing like I'm Toby n*ggas
I'm the hardest rapper doing it you know me n*ggas
Ain't nobody f*cking with me gotta show these n*ggas that's why

[Hook]
All I do is kill these n*ggas as often no condolence
If it ain't about no paper then I don't condone it
I'm just stacking I've been distancing my homies on it they be like
He gon' be rich and gon' before we know it
b*tches, money over everything you know the motives
b*tches, money over everything you know the motives
Run the train on the paper like a locomotive
They be like he gon' be rich and gon' before we know it