Motivator

Lyrics

[Verse] I'm the motivator boy, you gotta hold your head up Can't be dead weight, 'cause they'll run over you and some I gave niggas in my hood shoes too and the bums I got forty thousand dollars in my bag and some Livin' grown but I had to walk Irritated all the time, I ain't tryin' to talk You ain't grown, live somewhere ain't contributin' at all And I'm stubborn so it's always on me if I fall (I'll figure it out though) We took a couple blows then a bad loss But it ain't over yet, they thought the pad lost The streets weird, niggas sweet like vanilla moss I want three thousand but I'll do this shit for half off It's 'bout time I'm ballin' I'm in Cali, bro I gotta ride Crenshaw and Slauson Get the Bentayga, the big dog, you know I gotta dog it I'm in Cali rockin' O'neill, I know somebody saw it Ain't met a nigga sold work and hе is never caught I'm talkin' robbed, gеttin' ganked or just took a loss To show niggas that it's another it's take a boss Nigga who do it and represented by gettin' off Permanent flood my grill with flawless, I'm stuck like it Niggas think that I'm bionicle 'cause I get up like it Jay told me this shit was finna crack, guess he a psychic Tryin' give me two fifty or some', it's not excitin' My niggas on my mind the whole time, that's why I can't forget I'm serious about my spot in life, you know I came for this The outcome for my kind be nowhere, I'm changin' it The pressure never made me feel no way, like I was made for this Might buy the car I want in all twenties, bitch I saved for this I damn near cried one time, I was prayin' to win Them hookies got me workin' hard, no slavery shit Bro told me hold four and half, I guess I'm babysittin' (I'll hold it) Okay, okay, yeah I'm a motivator, makin' niggas wanna grind more Motivation for you not to waste your time anymore They say I'm solid, or call me a real nigga, either or Hard to focus on right now when you got money on the floor I'm goin' back and forth, my back hurtin' but I ain't sore I'm a street rapper, you hear my shit in hood stores I'm a street rapper, we rockin' rolled money on the floor I think faster, I'm watchin' all hand and eye motion I blink faster, I'm catching everything like a song He rollin' wit' you and not countin' your pockets that's a homie Pint gone, soon as my brotha Rio pull up on me I was done, the coochie song, whip with the doors open I'm a gangsta and I fuck like a gangsta enjoy the moment I probably paid too much for the chain but enjoy it on me I know I probably speak too much about the caine' but that's how I'm rollin' I went straight from a corner store hustler to high roller Shot past you all together, we ain't shittin' on eachother We keepin' it independent discussin' it in a huddle I'ma smoke one of these zaza bowls 'cause I bought a couple Have my baby momma handle my business, we not a couple 'Fore you learn to run the block with the ball, you gotta fumble I'm a motivator, nigga get up off yo ass and- I'm the motivator, nigga get up off yo ass and hustle [Outro] I'm the motivator, nigga get up off yo ass and hustle Okay