Motivation lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray]
You know what time it is
We blood brothers, right?
This sh*t should motivate 'em, right?
Like I know this pape
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate you (Right)
Talkin' to it like I know the pape'
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate, Boyz
Talkin' to it like I know the pape' (Still grindin', n*gga)
Ookin' at the way we made it, it should motivate, n*gga

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I drunk two fours of green, that's a weak eight
My cross was done fast as hell around week eight
I'm ridin' with six or seven 'bows, I'm in a weed state
Diamonds spark clear as hell like when a brick break
Told the b*tch sit the f*ck down, she asked, "Which way?"
Put me in a lineup of n*ggas, they gon' pick Ray
I was rockin' Mauri alligators, fightin' a dope case
Way before I ever had a crowd, was in a foot chase
Had a b*tch that had a credit card, I should've cooked Chase
Brodie had his mask on, you saw who face?
Just because I wanna do it, get the coupe sprayed
I could smoke Runtz and rock Amiris on a Tuesday
Slangin' out the side door, my n*gga playin' the hoop game
Curve was sh*ttin' in an SS, but then the coupe came
Serial number already scratched off, but this the new thing
See an opp, blow that b*tch down like the shooting range
Money-getter 'round, a b*tch down to do everything
See a n*gga down, they wanna see you sell everything
Did dirt, got did dirty and everything
Really from the dirt, so I got dirty for everything
See, got them cathedral ceilings, what's the alarm code?
You can see the chandeliers gleam through the weed smoke
Diamonds worth a house, I rock a check with white tees on
Got it out the mud, ain't have a shoulder to lean on
I'm from Flint, where n*ggas stand out, but ain't seen, though
Ratchet b*tches still got the Miss Me jeans on
You can smell the sack that I got on me, it's Creed strong
Rio pourin' red he got prescribed for a head cold
Give me that shh— strong sh*t that I dance on
Was just cookin' up, that's why I got all these fans on
Get your b*tch ass dropped, man, not the one you put hands on
Keep a n*gga with me that's gon' rock like a band blow
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I be talkin' to the paper like my mind bad
You ain't never seen a kilo with your lyin' ass
f*ckin' with the wrong n*ggas got me fightin' the feds
Like how the f*ck I get indicted for a dime bag? (How?)
I got the pape' to beat the charges and get probation
If I can do it, you can do too, n*gga, this motivation
The first sale I ever made, I was at Roller Haven
Like I just came to make a play, f*ck some roller skates
f*ck a pound, I know them white n*ggas that's growin' acres
You f*cked your whole crop up, you only growin' eigthies
f*ck a cast, we buy ARs with the shoulder braces
I tried to drop a hundred shots and break my shoulder
I told Louie roll a quarter, I just wanna smell it
You 'round the plug and you ain't hustlin', you just wanna tell sh*t
I'm legit, but bought some dope, man, I just wanna sell it
I'm mad as f*ck I smell some Pink Runtz and can't inhale it

[Outro: Louie Ray]
Talkin' to it like I know the paper
I'm lookin' at the way I made it like this motivation
Talkin' to it like I know the paper
I'm lookin' at the way I made it like this motivation, hmm