Back in Motion

I'm doing doughnuts Get behind me, you smell the aroma Got recliners, that's behind the motor I'm conniving, I'm sending em over Never mind it, we spend til it's over Get inside her, then get back in motion Traumatized, so I got that bitch on me 30,000, I split with my soldiers To the real ones, I'm paying my homage He a demon, he failed Muhammad Nike tech with a scale inside it I was broke, I ain't tell nobody Football, I ain't have no offers I up the score, I ain't have no hobbies Ain't know how to scam nobody I knew to hop out and just tag somebody Always knew that I had my uncle Stepdaddy who, bitch don't grab my mama Coming up I always had my moments, might be far behind but they ain't running me over Switch to the 60 up under the stick cause I don't like how that hunnit sit on it I get respect without reaching for shit cause they know I'ma pop like a soda Let's see if they hot when it's over Wonder if they holding that spot when it's over A nigga shouldn't have to get shot, but I noticed them bags he got from the spot, he done fumbled Everybody know when you deep in the trenches you better not get tired of the ramen Brand new bitch who like trying positions we doing the valediction Yeah, always tell em please don't get me started Getting too cold, I don't need ice in my water One wrong move and she out the apartment 7k just to watch my dog piss on the carpet Redo the verse I can come a lil harder She pop a perc, she gon' run like a faucet Standing on shit cause they hate when I pop it I never been one to just hate on somebody Fell out with my partner, running money up, loading up choppers Cut her off and she feeling entitled Yeah, I know I'm the villain, I like it And I'm trying to meet them And they just don't know I been watching And they just don't know I've been praying for one of these niggas to get out of pocket And they just don't know I've been laying low keeping my distance while counting up the profit Bet I blow with this shit I ain't playing I'm trusting my vision, I'm trusting the process 1ST48 the taliban I don't give a f*ck bout them weak-ass bombers I'm the reaper, another Bin Laden One caller, a kill a hundred bodies And, I'm doing donuts I'm realizing that they cannot hold me And, smell the aroma 30 rounds turn a nigga to yogurt And, behind the motor bend her over like we doing yoga And, I'm sending them over never mind it we spend till it's over Yeah, got that bitch on me Traumatized so I got that bitch on me Yeah, get back in motion get inside her then get back in motion Yeah