MOTIVES

Shit ain't right, don't switch on your bros, man, man, that shit ain't right Shit ain't right, don't switch on your bros, man, man, that shit ain't right Don't flex for these hoes, man, man, that shit ain't fly Keep that blick in your balman's, it's gonna save your life If you know what's up, then you know what's good for ya All these bitches want designer, Tommy Hilfiger Just save your money and get your bandz up Patience is the key, but I'm tryna ride up in that Lam' truck Them rainy days, them hard days Tryna put my fam up, I'm makin' plays Hit this bank with all my gangstas Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, but I can't change for no paper Shot his slate, got them fans, ballin' like a Laker Don't switch on your bros, man, man, that shit ain't right Don't flex for these hoes, man, man, that shit ain't fly Keep that blick in your bald man's, it's gonna save your life Ayy, uh, it's gon', uh, it's gon' save your life Thuggin' on the block, all them lonely nights I was tryna get that money, tryna get it right I was trappin' on the block, tryna get it right Pockets, they was on empty, had to make them tight I had to make me a sacrifice I thug on the block and I sell me a pack My nigga had sell me a sack of ice We makin' that money, we gettin' that cash You already know we don't need advice And I used to run from the 12, we be on the block We see all them flashin' lights I done been through the pain, we been through the rain But you ain't been through the game before They speak on my name, get hit with the flame And that ain't leakin' on the fuckin' floor Off my chain, get popped in the brain Now he droppin' like a domino Free them boys out the chain, back in the game Now he tryna get some fuckin' dough