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 n*ggas 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, n*ggas sweet like vanilla moss
I want three thousand but I'll do this sh*t 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 n*gga sold work and hе is never caught
I'm talkin' robbed, gеttin' ganked or just took a loss
To show n*ggas that it's another it's take a boss
n*gga who do it and represented by gettin' off
Permanent flood my grill with flawless, I'm stuck like it
n*ggas think that I'm bionicle 'cause I get up like it
Jay told me this sh*t was finna crack, guess he a psychic
Tryin' give me two fifty or some', it's not excitin'
My n*ggas 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, b*tch I saved for this
I damn near cried one time, I was prayin' to win
Them hookies got me workin' hard, no slavery sh*t
Bro told me hold four and half, I guess I'm babysittin' (I'll hold it)
Okay, okay, yeah
I'm a motivator, makin' n*ggas wanna grind more
Motivation for you not to waste your time anymore
They say I'm solid, or call me a real n*gga, 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 sh*t 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 f*ck 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 sh*ttin' 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, n*gga get up off yo ass and-
I'm the motivator, n*gga get up off yo ass and hustle
[Outro]
I'm the motivator, n*gga get up off yo ass and hustle
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