Look at the motive
Look at the locomotive
How could you talk all the shit when you couldn't afford it
I was just spittin' when bored and my boy say record it
V on the beat
Tellin me gettin' it sorted
Man was just whippin' up more than I ordered
Spending my racks on the k
Coppin' the MDMA
Spending the money they audit
Comet they fucking around me like a orbit
I was just chatting up girls they were tellin me could I be forward
Now that I'm up at the top, they wanna stick to me, gettin' a little bit awkward
I did not know I could rap, I like in a bitch in the black
Load in my gun with a click and a clack, bring in a bag, bitch she just tell me we're Meeting her dad and I'm feeling like this is Iraq
Middle of March I was just feeling unusual
Hopped in the booth and I hopped in a studio
Vakho told me that I'm dripping with talent I tell him the feeling is mutual
Look to my bruddas to cover my game, dropping my track and they tellin' me fix up my Chorus
Tellin' em shut up their trap if they're leaking my tracks
Getting a little bit porous
Dreamin of owning a Falcon wanna be up in the sky like I'm Horus
I met a bitch in the middle of Greece, pulling em out and she tellin me tits were the Double With D's
Tell her
I want the double of these
They would just send me the papers man was just dotting the i's and crossing the t's
Rap that I wrote, would take up a book
They could just take out the leaf
Sometimes I feel like a royal cuz man I'm just leaking the blue when I bleed
She want the liquor well I wanna lick her she licking my dick with the seed
Look at the motive
Look at the locomotive
How could you talk all the shit when you couldn't afford it
I was just spittin' when bored and my boy say record it
V on the beat
Tellin' me gettin' it sorted
Man was just whippin' up more than I ordered
Spending my racks on the k
Coppin' the MDMA
Spending the money they audit
Man we're just looking and getting the lay of the land
Wish that the rise that I'm on
Wishin' this shit was the plan.
I got the Nike check, man I was signing the cheque for the gram
Looking for better I'm switchin' the plug and I'm saving my money like Petr
Cech
Back of the net, Frank
I want a milly no rust in my bank
Feelin like shooting a bullet I'm stuck in a tank
I was just making up levels I'm raising my rank
Making up art in my time, man was the modern day Rembrandt
How could a brudda say he was a killer when popping a glock and then drawing a blank
Manna would fuck with your girl but that ting she a sloozy bitch
Up in my ends we don't fuck w no skank
Look at the motive
Look at the locomotive
How could you talk all the shit when you couldn't afford it
I was just spittin' when bored and my boy say record it
V on the beat
Tellin me gettin' it sorted
Man was just whippin' up more than I ordered
Spending my racks on the k
Coppin' the MDMA
Spending the money they audit