MOTIVATION

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Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Every song I do is a feature, I just be God's vessel
Careful conception, I birth the sound of the Promise Land
Today can make good on promises that tomorrow can't
Nomadic soul, so it's lessons I learned from ancient man
Like work your craft, move with a like-minded pack
Take off them rose-colored glasses ain't no good luck comin' back
We used to overconsumption, I know the power of fast uh
Be one with your inner mystic, know trouble will pass
Cause Ego is the enemy, success is often poison
Huntin' for solace, the world is often way too noisy
On a search for truth, I know the world becomes my oyster
I pick apart myself and put it out for your enjoyment
Too much dark energy, who gon' bring to the light
Poke through my own insecurities, wit' the shit that I write
Angels are partial if you respect they intuition uh
Keen to it Holy and these the gifts that I was given
I ain't suffering from Soul Loss, I'm up til I doze off
It run deep as I proceed, approach my peak like a pole vault
Dance with the Devil & you gon' f*ck up your rhythm
Lil mama gon nourish me so I do know how to pick 'em
Be sure to burn my work before you ever come & get me
Karma is a bitch, know Evil Eye from Chakra Six
Precise with my praise, like to tell you what time it is
Pray for solitude, you know I stay up out the mix
I'm lightyears ahead, dis shit the patchwork of The Cosmos
A verse a three-round burst, I usually spit that Semi-auto
My soul's forever mine but my body is surely borrowed
Competing with self but ain't scared of Mono y Mono
This is my motivation yeah
This is my motivation yeah uh
This is the shit that add the fuel to the fire
It's the things that keep me up when I'm closing my eye oh oh uh
Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhh
Ohhh
Motivation yeah
Cathartic Alchemy, it's magic when I purge it out
We ain't the same, nigga I blew up off that word of mouth
I'm wit' a bad German bitch, nigga eatin' Sauerkraut
Miscounted steps nigga, I still got plans to hurdle Wow
My mama disappointed, 50 Bands inside my mouth
My money sittin' in a Off-Shore bank account
He in the field with no reception, ran a lazy route
Don't shoot me the skinny, ain't trynna hear the run-around
You lost this time my nigga, think that you should bow it out
Trot out the fire, and you know we did it triumphantly
I cannot speak on the niggas that's standing under me
Act like you feel me, I know you just need some company
Say "f*ck her daddy" so the feelings transfer onto me
We all got shadows, it's the shit that's laying underneath
Pessimistic arrogance, They all got a motive to me
They say my windows closing, but the door is cracked open for me
I'm a Butterfly, I just decided to eat my Cocoon
I really lost my uncle, I ain't seen your face in many moons
We can't relate to one's whose brought up off that Silver Spoon, 45 and child-like
That shit sound like a Looney Tune
I keep a rubber cuz she know that my pockets balloon
Mind full of it all it's a purpose for all that I consume
This is my motivation yeah
This is my motivation yeah uh
This is the shit that add the fuel to the fire
It's the things that keep me up when I'm closing my eye oh oh uh
Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhh
Ohhh
Motivation yeah
I see that life is a game that most people play to lose
Sometimes it's smart for a wise nigga to play the fool
I see the hate on their faces, I like to play it cool
I'm in this bitch wit some niggas that like to bend the rules
When they get caught in a pickle, they like to pick and choose
Just blew a bag on some Christian Loubitin Tennis Shoes
Quit asking questions goddamn it feel like an interview
Can't fall in love wit no thottie 'cause she done fucked the crew
Can't pick up the phone, I think my text-style better
Read 'em and weep, a whole different lexile level
They only down for the ride when they see it's beneficial
I'll never trip off some petty shit, I control my temper
My dawg too solid, I know that I'll never go against 'em
Check the integrity, all them niggas that's rolling with 'em
Ou Ou
He in the field call 'em Emmit keep 'em a Deuce-Deuce
He on the Gram wit' a Drake? That nigga Passionfruit
I bet you want to know if I'm That nigga, better ask a few
You wanna know if I'm that nigga? Check my track record
Big Papi, got rich off Kane, No Half Steppin'
I keep it cool 'cause I know my mind is a lethal weapon

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