“Motion” Picture lyrics

[Intro]
(Triage)
(J Milly, what up?)

[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]
She want a young turnt n*gga
She want the man, not the man in the middle
Can't trust these b*tches, my demand is stiffer
No bap in my rap, let me paint you a picture
See, I can go way back, b*tch, I been that n*gga
You catch me in public, see, I keep a blicker
You say you gon' uh, b*tch, I beg to differ
Yeah, when I'm alone, I'm still with them n*ggas
I lost a lot of n*ggas to the trenches
L'A Capone face up in a pendant
We can get it on, know my clip extended
We can't get along, this sh*t never ending

[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
I'm just worried 'bout the score whеn I look at it
It was 5:54 when we did this sh*t
Saw the caskеt, we closed it and finished it
She won't drop me no more los, know I'm killin' sh*t
He disguised as a snake, he was slitherin'
What the f*ck? Boy, what's up? Why you fidgeting?
Might go back to that b*tch that I hit again
If we make it out this sh*t, we can live again
Pop a Percocet, slow the adrenaline
If you told and you know, you ain't gettin' in
Couldn't hang with them n*ggas, wasn't fittin' in
Smoke a strain, this another stain 'til we get them M&Ms, 4
[Verse 3: JB Bin Laden]
I'm fresh as f*ck when I'm comin' through
n*ggas hate and switch up, what I did to you?
Damn, I hate that sh*t really is f*ckin' fu'
[?] told me, "Don't let that sh*t get to you"
I was gone, but I'm back, now I'm feelin' it
[?] was just poor, I remember it
Now I got my own house with a safe in it
Ben Frank, he attendant, he runnin' it
He done took off to space and he chillin' now
Bankroll big, Mike Amiri, they fittin' now
n*ggas' pockets ain't got sh*t but linen now
I was really [?] loads, I'm the middleman
Now I'm up, sh*t stuck, sh*t different
Move militant, belligerent
It's only us, ain't many friends
It's locked in, no gettin' in
This Ruger right here, it's an F&N
Keep a shooter right here when I'm steppin' in
I'll shoot you myself, what the f*ck you sayin'?
n*gga, who ain't like what? Stop f*ckin' playin'
Whole gang lit, it ain't just one man
Baccarat, Bond No. 9 I'm sprayin'
Cross T's, dot I's, I'm a grown-ass man
Can't f*ck with me, that's all I'm sayin'
[Outro]
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